Apr 20 2014

connexions: Hymn of the day

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!
Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids him rise, Alleluia!
Christ has opened paradise, Alleluia!
Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, [...]

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Apr 20 2014

Kairos CoMotion Lectionary Dialogue: Baruch 3:9-15, 3:32-4:4 (Vigil)

Year A – Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
Why is it my fear and loneliness place me in a land of my enemies rather than my friends who will care for such? Do thoughts actually matter, materialize? Has my response to death brought me to be counted as one dead and powerless?
Is this all because I have discounted all the different Marys along the way? So many male prophets that if you say prophet you mean male and we have a special category for a prophetess. We have so identified G*D and Jesus as of course being male that we attribute to them also war and judgment and death eternal.
Here we hear of “her”. Wisdom living among us, unknown, a provisional gift. Even though portrayed as “the book of the commandments” of an understood to be male G*D, she is more.

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Apr 20 2014

Virtual Methodist: Return to Emmaus

An amended reblog of a dialogue that we will be using today in our Easter Communion service at Belfast South…
 

Both:    You’ll never believe who we met…

Cleopas:    Really…

 Persis:       You’ll never believe it… It was amazing…

Cleopas:    Astounding…

Persis:       We didn’t recognise him ourselves at first…

Cleopas:    Now I had a wee inkling from the time he started talking to us…

Persis:       Actually Cleopas was really cheeky when he asked what we were talking about…Asked him what planet he was on over the past few days that he hadn’t heard what had happened in Jerusalem…

Cleopas:    I told him all that had happened over the previous few days…

Persis: I’m really embarrassed… There’s us telling him what had happened… As if he didn’t know!!!

Cleopas:    He genuinely didn’t seem to know what had been going on…

Persis:    It was dreadful to really think what had gone on… We were really devastated… All our hopes seemed to have been nailed to that cross with him… Then to add insult to injury… some of the women said that they had just come from the tomb and they couldn’t find the body…

Cleopas:    Things had looked bleak, but when the women came back from the tomb talking about the body being gone, I knew there was something happening…

Persis:       When he heard this he said: “So thick-headed! So slow-hearted! It’s all there in the prophets…”

Cleopas:    It’s all there in the prophets, you see. We talked about that as we walked along…

Persis:    He explained it as we walked along… How the Messiah had to suffer before entering into his glory…

Cleopas:    The seven miles to Emmaus flew by…

Persis:       Before we knew it we had reached our destination…

Cleopas:    It was late so we asked him to stay for supper…

Persis:       We asked him to stay for supper… but it was only an excuse… He looked as if he was heading on and we didn’t want him to leave us…

Cleopas:    So he came in for a bite to eat… I had hoped to talk more about his fulfilment of the prophecies…

Persis:       But he didn’t stay long… Only until he had given thanks to God for the food and broken the bread… And then I remembered…

Cleopas:    I remembered what the other disciples told us he had said at the Passover supper the night before he died…

Persis:       This bread is my body, broken for you… this wine is my blood, poured out for you…

Cleopas:    As often as you do this remember me…

Persis:       I remembered…

Cleopas:    And he disappeared. Persis sat there with her eyes wide as dinner plates and her jaw dragging on the ground.

Persis:       Cleopas was just as astounded as I was… but he would never admit it…

Cleopas:    Once she came to I was keen to talk about all that had happened to us…

Persis:       Once I came to, I wanted to tell the others what had happened to us…

Cleopas:    We headed back to Jerusalem…

Persis:       We almost ran the whole way…

Cleopas:    Got there in half the time it took us in the other direction…

Persis:       Yet, it seemed so much longer without him with us…

Cleopas:    But by the time we got there others had seen him too… It was old news…

Persis:       It was amazing news… Jesus was alive…

Cleopas:    But Jesus had walked with us to Emmaus… I’ll hold onto that until my dying day…

Persis:       We had walked with Jesus to Emmaus…

Cleopas:    Maybe I’ll write a book… Seven Miles with Jesus…

Persis:       But the journey isn’t over yet…

Selah

 



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Apr 20 2014

Begin Again: Inspiration in “Woman Behold Your Son”

This is from a short homily I delivered regarding a few of the last words of Jesus. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold your son.” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” And from that hour, the disciple received her…

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Apr 20 2014

Kairos CoMotion Lectionary Dialogue: Isaiah 12:2-6 (Vigil)

Year A – Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
Ah, finally, what will I trust? Of what will I not be afraid?
Am I more fearful of being lost or afraid of not having a loss? Both separate me from well water where lovers meet and secrets are shared. My one story keeps me from all of my experience and tradition. My one story holds new possibilities at bay that don’t fit nicely into allotted slots.
Is it “surely” that G*D is my health and healing? If G*D had not forsaken our hope before, this would be much easier. I am being asked to re-enter old territory of forsakenness and stake out where to drill for a new well while bankrupt.
Praise be for temptations. Praise be for enemies. Praise be for unpeaceful tears. Praise be for loneliness. Praise be for pain and parting. Praise be for death. Praise be for emptiness.
At this point I’ll take the question mark off those and leave them with periods, but I am not ready to give them exclamation points.
Are you still vigiling or have you dozed off like I have, several times?

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Apr 20 2014

Kairos CoMotion Lectionary Dialogue: Isaiah 55:1-11 (Vigil)

Year A – Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
“Ho, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters.”
“Water, water, every where, nor any drop to drink.”
In the midst of a vigil, strange visions come—water of creation, water of destruction, water on which to ride it out, water teaming with leviathans, water releasing doves of belovedness, water of bitterness, and water living.
Trying to stay awake mixes us up. Is it that our thoughts don’t contain mercy naturally and so we need to beg for it and set up rules to enforce mercy artificially? Was that part of our creation not in G*D’s image? Or is our mercy as high as G*D’s ways and thought—sometimes flowing freely and sometimes withdrawn from consideration as hearts are hardened?
Between Saturday and Sunday we waver, drawn in both directions before riding off in all directions. Wait out our loss? Cut our losses and move on?
This vigil business is not easy as we continue our fear and can’t force a new morning of hope.

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