Holy is the week—
But there are work-arounds.
I think it’s pretty convenient of God to schedule Spring Break during Holy Week, with some very holy weather, too! I admit that it’s so hard to work when the afternoons are so gorgeous, so I don’t. I am a machine! I crank up the music in the morning and crank out the work so I can get out on the bike. It’s my first time back on the bike since the Fall.
10.25 on Monday. 12.88 yesterday. Not bragging, believe me!
My butt is sore.
Come to think of it, my whole body is sore!
And I need today to recover.
Rain, thank God!
So I’m working.
And it’s a good day for it.
Listen, come out for Maundy Thursday tomorrow night. People experience church so individually and the Spirit speaks to our spirits in such different ways. What resonates with you in church on any given Sunday will be different for your neighbor and so on. All that for me to say that Maundy Thursday is probably the deepest of our church experiences.
We’ll have the Last Supper Passover meal, commemorate Jesus washing the disciples’ feet by hand-washing, remember our baptisms, and remember Jesus’ arrest and crucifixion all in about an hour. It will touch your soul.
Maundy Thursday at 7:30 in Webb Chapel. You may not be a “Maundy Thursday” person so step out of your comfort zone and come. It’ll put you in the right mind for the rest of Easter weekend. Don’t miss it.
Good Friday, it’s community worship at the Bethel AME Church (Chapel St. and Central Ave. adjacent to the park) starting at 11am. Many of our ministry colleagues will be leading in worship and reflecting on the 7 last words of Jesus from The Cross. This too will move your soul.
Finally, Easter! It’s the Resurrection of the Lord! Our big day! We’ll celebrate in the joy of the brass blasting in church, the best coffee hour and social time afterwards (sign up to bring deviled eggs), and the X-treme Easter Egg Hunt that can’t be beat! Special prizes include Fidget Spinners and Cubes (these are about as cool as it comes), Free Scoops at McCool’s Ice Cream, Smoothies from Jungle Juice, and plenty of candy for the kids.
Just like we do: wind ‘em up on sugar and send ‘em home!
See you Sunday!
Ann Weems, one of the coolest poets to walk the planet and a solid Presbyterian, died last year leaving a tremendous body of work including this. One of my friends dropped it off in my inbox on Sunday—just thought I’d share.
Holy is the week…
Holy, consecrated, belonging to God…
We move from hosannas to horror
with the predictable ease of those
who know not what they do.
Our hosannas sung, our palms waved,
let us go with passion into this week.
It is a time to greet Jesus as the Lord’s anointed one,
to lavishly break our alabaster
and pour perfume out for him
without counting the cost.
It is a time for preparation…
The time to give thanks and break bread is upon us.
The time to give thanks and drink of the cup is imminent.
Eat, drink, remember:
On this night of nights each one must ask,
as we dip our bread in the wine,
“Is it I?”
And on that darkest of days,
each of us must stand beneath the tree and watch the dying
if we are to be there
when the stone is rolled away.
Grace & Peace,