Category Archives: hope

All Done

Cristo crucificado

Matthew 27:45-56, Mark 15:33-41, Luke 23:44-49, John 19: 28-37

It is done.
I can do no more.
I have given everything,
my life,
all that I am.

Given it to you.
Given it for you.
Given to all.
Given for all.
Lord,
as I look on your all,
your sacrifice,
your offering,
your giving
I stand in awe,
in worship,
in feeling unworthy
and incapable
of living up to it.

But you call me to you,
and you call me to follow,
to live,
to love,
to be
in your love
and in your name.

I kneel at your cross
and ask
that as your life flows from you,
it flows in and through me,
that I may
show some spark of you
in this world.

Only through you

From my book Voices Through Holy Week and Easter, available from Moorleys VoicesThroughHolyWeekandEaster-1

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Bread and Wine

Acervo Museu do Senado (20187153740)

Matthew 26:26-30; Mark: 14:22-26; Luke 22:14-20

Bread,
an everyday staple,
nothing flash,
just what was there
on the table
amongst us.

Then he took it,
made it something incredibly special,
turned it into something that would remind us of him,
– each time
we took it
and ate.

Something always with us,
always using,
a daily part of our diet,
now reminds us of Jesus,
his time among us
and his presence with us now.

Wine,
rich,
red,
flowing,
warming,
deep within,
his presence
here now.
In me,
with me,
through me,
from him.

I am invited to take,
to eat,
to remember

who,
what
and why

this has become a symbol

his love
poured out
for me,
for us,
for a world in need.

I am invited to take.
Urged to share.

 

Taken from my book: Voices Through Holy Week and Easter available through Moorleys

 

Washing

Jesus Washing the Feet of his Disciples (Albert Edelfelt) - Nationalmuseum - 18677

John 13:1-20

This is it!
Resonances clanging,
echoes chiming
in my heart and mind.

This is what Mary did,
so recently.
Poured out her all
in an offering.
She gave her everything,
now Jesus is giving his everything.

He,
God here among us,
King of all kings,
kneels
at our feet
and gently,
tenderly,
lovingly,
washes them.
Soothes them,
cleans them,
deals with the cuts and blisters,
and gently pats them dry.

***

Our feet,
as wandering disciples
had been the tools of our trade,
what took us with him,
the sign of our following
and wanting to be with him,
to walk in his footsteps.

He stoops
to bring refreshment,
healing,
and the ability to go further.

How can I let him do this?

Surely I should be washing his feet,
showing my service to him.

But no,
he wants to tend me,
restore me,
and refresh me.

To not let him
is to turn my back on him,
to all he offers me.
He wants me
to learn to tend others,
and like with everything else,
he shows me the way.
His way,
the on your knees way,
the not afraid of dirt way,
the not too great for this way.

Lord,
may I learn
and live
as a washer,
a kneeler,
a restorer
in you.

 

Taken from my book: Voices Through Holy Week and Easter available through Moorleys

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