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Tag Archives: crucifixion
Murdering Truth
It seems as though when we have beaten truth into our own image, and still it insists on speaking its own mind, we wash our hands of it. We make enemies of purveyors of inconvenient information. We shoot the messenger. Continue reading
Posted in current events, Gun control
Tagged #CapitalGazette, crucifixion, gun violence, Pilate, truth
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Holy Week
Seven days. Seven shades of suffering silence. Seven last words: thirst, famine, fever, finality, yet, too, there is forgiveness, family, a future spit from split lips, a dry tongue still willing to kiss the face of God
Posted in Holy Days, poetry, prayer
Tagged crucifixion, Holy Week, Lent, Seven Last Words
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Stealing a blessing
Christ the King Sunday arrives with less pomp and circumstance than ambiguous authority; a compromised crown; the scandal of the crucifixion. Yet there is a promise to be heard: not only that we, like the thief on the cross whose … Continue reading
Posted in Blessings, Holy Days, lectionary reflection
Tagged Christ the King, crucifixion, Incarnation, Luke 23:39-43, paradise
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The penultimate last word
“It is finished.” Hurry, Jesus. Hurry to the appointment you have made to duel death. Hasten the darkening sky, that a false dawn may break early; that you may fell the great destroyer. The soldiers come with mallets and spear, we hear … Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, poetry, prayer
Tagged crucifixion, Good Friday, Holy Week, It is finished, Jesus, Seven Last Words
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Still
At the eclipse, the birds fall silent, the earth shrugs its mantle of shadows close; death comes easily, a simple matter of forgiving all that life still owes Resurrection rises with the spring equinox sun pressing home its higher vantage. … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, prayer
Tagged crucifixion, darkest night, Garden of Gethsemane, Holy Week, Lent, Resurrection, Vigil
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Seven Last Words of Christ
He was quoting the twenty-second Psalm, a prayer already centuries old. It is a cry as old as time. It is a cry that echoes all around. And yet, it perseveres, it is repeated only because at its heart, at its depth, at the height of its agony it holds out hope against hope that someone is still listening. That God will, in fact, return, to comfort us.
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Continue reading
Posted in meditation
Tagged Church of the Epiphany, crucifixion, Good Friday, Joseph Haydn, Krista Solars, Lent, Peter Douglas, Seven Last Words of Christ
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The old, rugged cross
made for glory in crystal and ivory; god’s gory death in the creative imagination; torture transformed into breathtaking beauty; would he tear down our totems, turn over tables, whip us weeping into the the night at the sight of … Continue reading
