Christmas Eve 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "Around Thee there in worship

Our choicest gifts we'll pour, 

Our gold, and myrrh, and incense, 

Thy lowly Throne before; 

And when this life is over, 

And all its clouds are riv'n, 

Thy love -- the Star we've follow'd -- 

Shall be our Sun in Heav'n."

WH Turton 1885

He is risen!

on Easter Sunday: 

"Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!"

 Charles Wesley (1739)

Easter lilies

Holy Saturday

"Now is the Lord brought to peace

    My Jesus, goodnight!

The trouble is over, which our sins caused for him.

    My Jesus, goodnight!

O sacred bones,

See how I weep for you with penance and remorse

That my fall has brought you into such distress!

    My Jesus, goodnight!

As long as life lasts

Have a thousand thanks for your sufferings

For having valued so highly the salvation of my soul

    My Jesus, goodnight!"

 

from J.S.Bach, St. Matthew's Passion BWV244, No. 67, libretto by C.F.Henrici (Picander), 1729. 

Thoughts on Good Friday

A thought on this one day of the year on which we contemplate Jesus' death, and not His resurrection...

Despite -- or perhaps, because of -- all the attending pain, uncertainty, and even conflict that the journey entailed, I never felt more spiritually attentive than when I faced and experienced the death of my father and my mother. That was over ten years ago.

I wonder if Jesus experienced something similar as he faced his own death... a heightened intimacy and spiritual attunement in the presence of the Holy Ghost and the will of the Father,

   so much so, that his agonizing prayers in the Garden of Gesthemane entailed not just sweat but blood;

   so much so that on the night before Golgotha he could pray "not my will but Yours", despite the wrathful, absolute separation from the presence of God that he was about to experience;

   so much so, that he could care for his mother, his disciples, even his tormentors as he himself bled to death.

I wonder if I too could be just as attuned to the will of God when my time comes -- a certain death that could arrive tomorrow, even tonight.

O God, is it selfish of me to pray that you would spare me and let me live even just one day longer, so that I too would be so attuned to your Spirit and your will?

   Lord, have mercy.

   Christ, have mercy.

   Lord, have mercy.

 

a wooden cross from Ethiopia

Hot Cross Buns... and a Maundy Thursday reflection

 

 

Maundy Thursday is a day to meditate on the last supper and the washing of the disciples' feet... events in which Jesus models for us the practice of hospitality.

Today my wife and I attended a Celebration of Life service of a long-time family friend -- a widow and mother of three adult children. She passed away just over ten days ago on a cloudy Sunday morning, to be in Jesus' presence.

Yesterday, we received in the mail a card that she wrote to us just days before her death.

She had filled the entire inside surface of the card, her small handwritten pen marks visibly shaky, a testimony to her failing strength. Her words of gratitude, blessing, resolve, and hope brought tears to our eyes. I hope that I too could face my final days this way -- with words of thanksgiving and encouragement to those who will be left grieving. 

By her actions, even into her final hours, she showed a willingness to practice hospitality; she created a place and a space in which we were invited and felt welcome to receive grace.

We received gracious other treats today, from others with a great sense of hospitality; a neighbour and a friend both baked hot cross buns for us. To receive these gifts was an incredible reminder that these small acts of hospitality really matter -- that in fact they are not small at all. 

Washing the feet of guests and enjoying a meal together were not in themselves extraordinary actions. Yet they were recorded in the Gospels; they changed the course of history.

I am grateful for the encouragement that I have received throughout today by the words and actions of others who sustain us and give us hope, and in turn give us the strength to be gracious to others in an often hostile world.

May the Spirit of God be with us as we remember Jesus' death and resurrection in the coming days.

Amen

a Palm Sunday prayer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On this Palm Sunday... 

 

I pray that the raging war within my heart

 

    Fueled by

            Suspicion

            Vengefulness

            Greed

            Pride

            Misinformation

            Tribalism

            Individualism

            Consumerism

            Jealousy

            Self-loathing

            Narcissism

            Lust

            Uncertainty

            Complicity

            Regret

            Impatience,

 

    Wanes and cedes

        as we welcome

           The Prince of Peace

 

    Whose gentle and triumphant entry

        Signals to us,

                Once and for all

                Yet again

        Another Way of living.

 

Hosanna in the highest!

 

Triptych

A drawing triptych finished over the Christmas break, based on some recent panel designs for a church that wanted to reuse a pile of salvaged cedar planks. The intent was to evoke reflection on the Gospel story with opportunity for multiple interpretation, within a language unique to the material at hand, and easily assembled by the congregation. 

From left to right: 

"The Incarnation",  "The Cross", and "Priesthood".

 

A second triptych -- variations on the cross -- entitled "Sanctus Sanctus Sanctus".

Third Dose...

 Fifteen minutes to kill as we wait...