Practice Resurrection by Karen Tamminga-Paton www.tammingapaton.com
Practice Resurrection
by Karen Wilk
Practicing resurrection
It’s easy in the spring when we see the new thing
God is doing right before our eyes
Every sunny morning when we rise
The grass is greening, shoots appearing
Birds chirping, skies clearing
The warmth of the day inviting
New growth, new life budding
From the tomb of winter, once so stiff and stark.
We Practice Resurrection out of the cold and dark
But how do we practice resurrection when…
When the ship is stuck
When we’re murking in the muck
And that’s not all –
There’s a wall.
At the wall, I’m foreclosed, forced to stay
Yet, here my illusions begin, like autumn leaves, to fall away
The world is not in our control
We can’t grasp, conceive the whole
Stopped blind, will I find–
The grace, the good, the genuine
The truth that life is not, yours or mine
But there is beyond, above
and wrapped around, a cord of love
Golden, sustaining, maintaining thereof
Life and growth, raising, blazing, whereof
Resurrection’s not up to me, but given
Like water and sun and grace
Could the wall also be for my protection?
— An invitation to pause and discover resurrection
– To feel its warmth, securing my place
To notice the rope’s gentle suspending embrace,
That joins me to the Other,
Sister and Brother, Creator and Mother
Divinity, Trinity,
Holy Being in Community
Now the wall, shadow and light reshaping
Wisely, winsomely, landscaping
All that Eternity has made
I, nor you, need be afraid
Not because concrete doesn’t rise rough
Not because life and death are not tangled tough
But because golden cords are strong and wound around
To bear our weight and settle sprouts in holy ground
Nourishing the sacred, the small, the mustard seed,
In the cupped cuddle of mud’s deep mead
Now a sapling contained yet free
Sparkling, colourful, precious tree,
Responding with joy to my abjection
Here, I practice resurrection.
I recently had an interesting conversation on God’s Facebook page. I’m sure that sounds strange but because we believe that God has entered into the dank depths of human existence, it makes sense that God can be found on social media. Anyway, God asked,
“What’s something that could bring about world peace?”
I responded:
“Really listening to each other. Humility. Forgiveness. Humility. Empathy. Compassion. Love.”
The responses to me were like these:
“I mean, it’s a great idea, but humans being humans, we’d revert almost instantly.”
“Kumbaya thinking has proven to be an incorrect goal.”
“No-one really does that anymore.”
There are others who responded similarly to what I wrote. One person suggested “bacon” which is a definite yes, along with suggestions of nachos and ice cream. And Dolly Parton. The post contained lots of earnest hoping that we might actually be able to achieve peace somehow. There were some who suggested that we just need a supernova to explode or a comet to hit us and end it all. But for those who longed for peace, none knew how to actually get us there.
There is currently a movement across the world towards authoritarian and totalitarian systems. Many of our big institutions, particularly in the political and religious spheres, have been shown to be so mired in their own drivenness towards power and wealth that people have lost faith in them to be able to protect us and to help us flourish. The world feels increasingly scary and out of control. In light of that, it makes sense that a mechanized world—a world marked by order, reason, and utilitarianism controlled by towers of power—feels safer. However, that kind of world reduces each person to a cog in the economic machine and thus each person’s dignity is based upon their ability to produce. Ultimately, it can’t work because humans are not meant to be cogs. So what can we do? In the face of an increasingly dangerous, divided, violent, and cruel world, things like listening, humility, forgiveness, empathy, compassion, and love really look weak and foolish. I believe it’s time for some Holy Foolishness.
Jesus is said to have been a Holy Fool. The archetype of the Holy Fool can be controversial because it can be associated with being a deceiver or trickster. The description of the Holy Fool I use is a person who defies expectations within the norms of society to offer deeper spiritual insight or wisdom. Holy Fools remind us of a reality that is far more beautiful and life-giving than a mechanized state. Jesus, the Holy Fool, taught some preposterous things. Think of the Sermon on the Mount in which he taught that the poor in spirit are blessed, as are those who seek after meekness instead of power, or who pursue peace instead of revenge. No one wants to be poor in any way or to place themselves in a position of powerlessness. Jesus taught us to love our enemies, which feels impossible as well as foolish in a competitive, violent world. He was offering something new that seems preposterous.
St. Francis of Assisi was a Holy Fool. He would walk around naked, after giving his clothing to a beggar dressed in rags or less. Doing so scandalized others—including his wealthy father—to make a point about the inequity of riches in both the church and society, but more importantly, to express the worth and dignity of the poorest, least powerful people. In Francis’s day, those afflicted with leprosy were required to wear bells to warn others that they were nearby to prevent the spread of the disease. They led a lonely and desperate life. At one point upon meeting a leper, Francis jumped off his horse and kissed the leper on the mouth. Holy Foolishness can compel us to do strange and unbecoming things for the sake of love.
Fyodor Dostoevsky uses the archetype of the Holy Fool quite frequently in his novels. In Crime and Punishment, the character of Sonya is a young woman is filled with faith and goodness. She sacrifices herself to support her destitute family by becoming a prostitute. Prostitution was one of the few ways a woman could earn a living in a time when there were few opportunities or safety nets for her. How often did the Holy Fool Jesus see faith and goodness amongst the “sinners” of his day? Sonya’s unmerited, genuine love for the character Raskolnikov, a man who is continually descending into deeper depths of hellishness, compels her to descend into the Siberian labor camps with him, even as he continues to scorn her love. Who does that? Eventually, her love manages to pierce through the darkness of Raskolnikov’s heart. Catholic writer Renée D. Roden says, “Sonya’s love is Christic, kenotic, and total self-gift, illogical outside of the economy of agape.” Holy Foolishness is indeed illogical but brings love into the most desolate of places. Theologian Hans Boersma says, “Holy Foolishness is patterned on the Incarnation, the true face of God’s love,” that is, it is not a rescue from this world but it shows up amidst real human lives with real people right here, right now.
Holy Foolishness bids us to listen to those who we just know are wrong. “Listening with the ear of your heart” is a pillar of Benedictine spirituality. To listen comes from the same root word as to obey. Essentially, we listen with compassion and an openness to be changed by what we hear. We listen with a willingness to align with the dignity of another. That doesn’t mean we compromise what we know is good, but that we find a deeper way to come alongside others, such as recognizing in them the very same fears and hopes we have, and the preciousness of our shared humanity. Listening does not happen when we believe we already know what the other is like. “Be curious, not judgmental,” says fictional soccer coach Ted Lasso, another holy fool. Curiosity and judgment cannot co-exist.
Humility is another Benedictine pillar. It’s all about the act of self-emptying that makes it possible to lay aside our egos for even a few moments so that we may make space for others to be. Humility, of course, is now seen as weak and and ineffectual. However, humility opens us to learning from all others, refuses to denigrate others, and trains us in the way of what it means to lay aside pride and defensiveness so we may offer hearts of openness and peace. It also leads us into the secret of being content in all circumstances and letting go of envy—a decidedly un-capitalist virtue.
Forgiveness, in the most basic understanding of it, is the refusal to retaliate for a wrong done to us. The ability to extend pardon and even love to those who have hurt us is what makes us most like Jesus, the Holy Fool. Humility allows us to see that we are in need of forgiveness ourselves. Likewise, empathy and compassion may also appear to be laughable today, but they mimic Christ in his willingness to enter this world and its wounds (empathy—to experience with) and his willingness to suffer with us all (Latin compati). Both are fruits of Love. Love is dismissed because it is viewed as mere sentiment or “kumbaya” as one commenter mentioned. But love is no mere sentiment. It requires everything of us. An orthodox theologian once said, “The church in the West has not yet encountered the Christ.” I think he is correct—it’s much easier to wave around values to be imposed on everyone, or to market “be your best self” versions of spirituality instead of the cruciform path of love. Real love is utterly foolish but it changes us from the inside out, one person at a time.
Real love compels us to awaken to what the reign of God could look like right here, right now. It is a reign of justice in which all have what they need, and thus all are free to flourish. It is a reign of long tables and abundant feasts, where the only law is love, written directly onto our hearts. Everything in this harsh world teaches us that judgment, punishment, and control are the only way to regain order. And historically, once this form of order is obtained it is always at the expense of some for the benefit of others. It is not this way with Jesus, the Holiest of Fools. We cooperate with the in-breaking of this Kingdom as we choose to be Holy Fools in a world fraught with weapons and terrorists and cruelty. What if we believed that the foolishly cruciform path of the Holy Fool truly is the way to peace and new life? Is that not the Paschal story?
I listen daily to those who have been steadfastly deconstructing their faith from something that has resembled the violence and divisiveness of the world far more than the foolish way of Jesus. They want to find something real, something that makes a difference. They want to believe that love wins. So do I. The “weak” and “illogical” way of the Holy Fool is like a gentle rain, which is seemingly innocuous and ineffectual against big powerful things but eventually loosens the hardened soil around those towers of power, exposing their false foundations and weakening their stranglehold on us all. As G.K. Chesterton has said, “The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried.” What if for our Easter observance this year, we tried the foolish way of Love?
1 Elizabeth-Anne Stewart, Jesus, the Holy Fool (Franklin, WI: Sheed & Ward, 1999), 172.
2 Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment, trans. David McDuff (New York: Penguin Books, 2003), 655.
Renée D. Roden, “Witness of the Holy Fool,” Church Life Journal (April 6, 2017), https://churchlifejournal.nd.edu/articles/witness-of-the-holy-fool
3 Hans Boersma, “Jesus the Holy Fool,” First Things (January 12, 2023), https://www.firstthings.com/web-exclusives/2023/01/jesus-the-holy-fool.
4 St. Benedict, The Rule of St. Benedict, ed. Timothy Fry (Collegeville, MI: The Liturgical Press), Prologue 1.
5 I highly recommend watching this series to observe the wonderful portrayal of a holy fool in the character of Ted Lasso. Ted Lasso, (Apple TV+, 2020-2023).
6 St. Benedict, The Rule of St. Benedict, ed. Timothy Fry (Collegeville, MI: The Liturgical Press), Chapter 7.
Breath Prayer Cards
We are all born knowing how to breathe, but often need to be taught how to breathe properly. Deep abdominal breathing for five minutes several ties a day where we consciously fill our lungs can reduce stress, calm our minds and help us center on the loving presence of God. Each breath that we take is a breathing in of the life of God.
Uniquely designed with a breath word and prayer, each card will help lead you into a powerful meditation. Set of 12 prayers designed by Hilary Horn, text and photographs by Christine Sine.
Jesus took the cup of suffering for each of us on that Friday.
He was human, and like us, he desired that cup be taken from him so he didn’t have to feel the pain.
He prayed for that three times
Yet he obeyed the father and trusted him.
Jesus was willing to drink from that cup.

cup of suffering
On the cross
Human like we are
Jesus was thirsty
He was dying.
He was thirsty.
He didn’t get that cup of cold water
Jesus didn’t get reprieve from his pain
Jesus got a sponge filled with vinegar to soothe his parched lips
Like Jesus, today I too am thirsty
Thirsty for love
Thirsty for peace for our world
Thirsty for justice and an end to racism
Thirsty for an end to hatred and gun violence, greed and war.
But you and I don’t always get a cup of cold water. We don’t always get the refreshment we desire.
Can I trust that Jesus knows that I am thirsty too?
Am i willing to trust the cups that God brings my way?
Are we willing to drink from them anyway?
Am I willing to drink from the cups that might cause me pain or the ones that belong to people i don’t like?
Too often I want my own cup, my own way.
I want a cup of joy not sadness
I want a cup of love not suffering
I want a cup of abundant lemonade not lament!

Easter Cup
I don’t always like the cups I’m given to drink from ….how about you?
I need to go back to the Last Supper. I need to go back to Thursday night and drink from that cup that Jesus passed around the table to help us remember him.
And really take time to remember HIM and his love and how he lived out love in a very broken and hostile world.
I need to quench my thirst with the Cup of the New Covenant….The Cup of the New Kingdom.
The Cup of Love for all people. The Cup of forgiveness.
Jesus took the cup of suffering and is with us in our suffering
He took the cup of suffering on that Friday and gave us a new way to live.
A Meditation on the Last Words of Jesus
READ/Listen to and Consider the WORDS of JESUS from the Cross
Read what Jesus said from the cross:
“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
Luke 23:34
“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”
Luke 23:43
“Woman, behold, your son!”… “Behold, your mother!”…
John 19:26-27
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”Mark 15:34
“I thirst.” After this Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said to fulfill the scripture, “I thirst.” John 19:28
“It is finished”;
John 19:30
“Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit!”
Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit!”
And having said this he breathed his last. Luke 23:46
What touches you today? Which of these sayings speaks to you? What do you need to hear from Jesus today?
Do you need to be forgiven?
Or do you need Jesus to help you forgive others?
Do you need to know that Jesus wants you to be with him, now and in the future?
Do you need certainty ?
Do you need to know you are not forgotten or abandoned like Mary and John?
Are you feeling forsaken?
What are you thirsty for today?
Do you need the reminder that Jesus is here in the midst of your suffering? That he finished it on the cross?
Are you in need of the reminder that you too are in the hands of the Father? that you too have the Holy Spirit?
Talk to God about where you are today in the middle of this crazy world we live in. Ask Jesus to show you how he is here with you.
DRAW and OUTLINE OF A CROSS
Write down on the cross what you are feeling today.
What do you need to hear from Jesus today? Write that on the cross too.

by Lilly Lewin
by June Friesen
Maundy Thursday is not a term that is used in the Scriptures. I also have to admit that it is not a term that I was familiar with until later in my adult life. As I researched this term and day, I found that it is a term given to the Thursday before Good Friday in England. In many or most other countries it is referred to as Holy Thursday. So where does the word Maundy originate or what is its meaning? Maundy is the term that designates the rite of ‘foot washing’ in the Christian church that is practiced after the example of Jesus washing the feet of His disciples at the Last Supper. This was His final time with them before His arrest, trial and crucifixion. John 13 is where this story was recorded in detail.
John 13 1-2 Just before the Passover Feast, Jesus knew that the time had come to leave this world to go to the Father. Having loved his dear companions, he continued to love them right to the end. It was suppertime. The Devil by now had Judas, son of Simon the Iscariot, firmly in his grip, all set for the betrayal.
3-6 Jesus knew that the Father had put him in complete charge of everything, that he came from God and was on his way back to God. So he got up from the supper table, set aside his robe, and put on an apron. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the feet of the disciples, drying them with his apron. When he got to Simon Peter, Peter said, “Master, you wash my feet?”
7 Jesus answered, “You don’t understand now what I’m doing, but it will be clear enough to you later.”
8 Peter persisted, “You’re not going to wash my feet—ever!”
Jesus said, “If I don’t wash you, you can’t be part of what I’m doing.”
9 “Master!” said Peter. “Not only my feet, then. Wash my hands! Wash my head!”
10-12 Jesus said, “If you’ve had a bath in the morning, you only need your feet washed now and you’re clean from head to toe. My concern, you understand, is holiness, not hygiene. So now you’re clean. But not every one of you.” (He knew who was betraying him. That’s why he said, “Not every one of you.”) After he had finished washing their feet, he took his robe, put it back on, and went back to his place at the table.
12-17 Then he said, “Do you understand what I have done to you? You address me as ‘Teacher’ and ‘Master,’ and rightly so. That is what I am. So if I, the Master and Teacher, washed your feet, you must now wash each other’s feet. I’ve laid down a pattern for you. What I’ve done, you do. I’m only pointing out the obvious. A servant is not ranked above his master; an employee doesn’t give orders to the employer. If you understand what I’m telling you, act like it—and live a blessed life.
In the Christian Church, there are some churches that practice foot washing and others that do not. When we look at the history of foot washing in the Biblical times it was not necessarily a ‘religious practice’ but rather was a courteous practice provided by a host/hostess as guests came to their home. This was offered because most everyone either walked in bare feet or with sandals and their feet became very dusty/dirty. No doubt sometimes there were even small cuts or punctures from stickers, stones etc. that were on the pathways. This was usually a task that was provided by the servants of the household rather than the host or hostess. Given this history of foot washing one can understand why Peter, who we recognize as the outspoken one, responded as he did.
Another consideration in this record is that Judas would have been present for the foot washing. How would Judas have felt? Do you think there were any quiet words exchanged between Jesus and Judas? Another couple of questions I have are: did Jesus speak any words to Judas as He washed his feet? How did Judas respond or feel being a part of such an intimate setting knowing what he was going to do in a few hours? I have to admit that meditating upon these verses, trying to put myself in the place of the disciples caused me to seriously consider: how would I have responded or would I respond to Jesus even today if He appeared with a towel and basin of water and sat down at my feet?
JESUS SITTING AT MY FEET
Today Jesus is inviting me to come –
To come and sit in a chair and be with Him –
I look into His face –
I see an invitation of love in His eyes –
I see a smile of peace upon His lips –
I come with hesitant step –
I motion for Him to sit instead
As I have always heard
That I should come and sit at the feet of Jesus.
Yet, Jesus is insistent
And even pats the seat as He once again invites me to sit –
And then I sit – – – –
As I sit I see Jesus then
Reach behind me –
When He comes back in front of me –
He has a towel over His arm
And a basin of water in His hands –
Surely He is going to ask me now to wash His feet.
But no –
What is He doing now?
This cannot be –
He is setting the basin at my feet –
He then sits down at my feet –
And gently, ever so gently He takes my feet –
One foot at a time – – – –
And places them in the basin of water –
My mind, my spirit –
What in the world is happening here – –
And then I feel His Hands gently bathing my feet –
How soothing His Hands are not only to my feet but to my spirit as well –
He looks up into my eyes with tender love and acceptance –
That invite me to relax, let go –
And embrace His gentle love as He prepares my feet
To begin a new walk with Him in the days ahead.
Then He gently takes my feet and places them in the towel,
He gently pats them dry and I hear His voice once again:
“Bless my dear child Father,
On their walk here on this earth,
Guide their feet over the path they will be given to walk,
Help them maneuver through the rough terrain
Of rocks, ruts, puddles, slippery mud, uphill and down –
When they stumble give them a hand to steady their step,
When they fall give them a hand to help them up,
When they are discouraged and don’t know which way to turn
Call in Your own gentle way, Father
Directing them to where You are taking them –
Thank You Father for this precious child –
Thank You for watching over them all the way
Until You and I have their home ready for eternity –
And then help them to take that last step
When I can reach out and say –
‘Welcome home my child – your eternal home is ready now
Where you can live forever with my Father and I.
Signed, Jesus
Photos by June Friesen. Scripture is from The Message translation.
May You who establish peace in the heavens, grant peace to us….
From Mourner’s Kaddish
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life.
John 11:25
Just an old, sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind
Stuart Gorrell/ Hoagy Carmichael
My mother, Georgia S. Borror died on March 8th, 2023. For the last year, when I have attended the Friday night Shabbat service at my wife’s synagogue, we stood and prayed the Mourner’s Kaddish with others who have lost loved ones. Having access to this practice for the first time in my life has been meaningful in ways I cannot fully articulate. Mom’s service was the week after Easter, and I do believe in the hope of the Resurrection. But life is lived on this side of the Cross. Being able to publicly acknowledge my loss by standing and praying has been a kind of yearlong acknowledgment of mortality and “from dust you came…”
It has also been a time of recalibrating my relationship with Mom. Attending to the well-being of my mother after my father’s death was a constant calculus of figuring out what was best for her, what was needed, what was realistic. Even when you were doing what was best, it never felt good or enough. Since her death, there have certainly been moments of sadness wishing she could have met her latest great grandsons or being sorry she never got to visit us in Vermont, which she would have loved. But for the most part “Georgia on my mind” now is marked by gratitude and appreciation for being fortunate enough to have been loved so well by such a strong and spirited woman.
The paradoxes of grief and love, of death and hope that are the marks of both life and the season of Lent, are poignantly portrayed in John 11. We are told that Jesus loves Martha, Mary, and Lazarus (11:5). In the midst of bearing the brunt of Martha’s sorrow, anger and disappointment, Jesus promises himself as the guarantee and comfort of the Resurrection (11:25). But even though there will be a miracle, Jesus also grieves with the broken hearted (11:35).
I recently read a post by the lyricist Lenora Rand, who, evoking Bob Dylan stated, “Why Practice Lent? Because Everything Is Broken.” That is why grief and Lent make for congruous companions. But so are hope and resurrection fitting traveling partners. And somehow being on the road with Jesus holds them all together.
What do you need this Lenten Season? What are you longing for as you look towards Easter? How can we create Beauty from the Ashes of the past two years?
Join Christine Sine and Lilly Lewin in this virtual retreat as they guide you to lay down grief and gather joys through the journey of Lent. This online course was adapted from a live virtual retreat.
In this conversation, Christine Sine interviews artist Kreg Yingst about his journey as a block print artist and his approach to combining art and faith. Kreg shares how he got into block prints and the influence of storytelling art on his work. He discusses his connection with the Psalms and parables, and how his art became a spiritual practice. Kreg also talks about the impact of his artwork on people, sharing stories of healing and restoration. He emphasizes the importance of embracing creativity and finding a place in the body of Christ.
Takeaways
- Block printing is a time-consuming method of printmaking that allows for storytelling and narrative art.
- Art can be a spiritual practice and a way to connect with God.
- Artwork can have a profound impact on people, bringing healing, restoration, and spiritual growth.
- Creativity is a unique expression of faith and should be embraced and celebrated.
Stay Connected
For more information about Kreg Yingst and to learn about his upcoming book release for Everything Could Be A Prayer, https://amzn.to/48UqKs2 visit his website Kregyingst.com or his Etsy shop www.etsy.com/shop/psalmprayers or follow him on instagram, www.instagram.com/psalmprayers; www.facebook.com/psalmblockprints
For more information about the Liturgical Rebels host, Christine Sine visit her website godspacelight.com or follow @christinesine on Instagram, Facebook X our Youtube.
So, today is Palm Sunday, the start of Holy Week. I wonder what you will be thinking of? The palm crosses, which will become the ash for next Ash Wednesday? The air of celebration, or a sense of foreboding for that is to come? Joyous processions you have seen, perhaps with excited children?
It may surprise you, but on Palm Sunday I always have four processions in mind, each of which have different things to say. The first is the procession of the Ark into Jerusalem in 2 Samuel 6. The Ark was the tangible symbol of the presence of God, and as it is brought into the city after a long absence, David worships, dancing with jubilant celebration. When he returns home though, his wife Michal, who has watched from a window, cut off from the celebration, is appalled. She was the daughter of Saul, a royal princess, so perhaps she is concerned for his dignity as king. Certainly, her life had been tragic – passed around like a pawn from person to person even though she loved David and had saved his life. This sad story reminds me that at times, in our heartbreak or our lack of understanding, it can be hard for us to join in celebratory worship. Perhaps that will be your experience today. If so, my prayer is that you will know that God understands.
The second procession brings us back to the events we celebrate today, but not yet to Jesus on a donkey. We know from historians that two parades took place that day. Passover was a huge event, and so under the oppression of Roman rule, it was always a risky time, where rebellions could be easily sparked. So on the first day of Passover Pilate paraded into Jerusalem, entering the west gate – the front gate – riding a war horse and with legions of chariots, horses, and foot soldiers, dressed for battle and armed with swords and spears. The message was clear. Don’t even think of coming up against the might of Rome. Our world is still dominated by the power of force and we will be very aware of places where conflict continues to rage this season.
It is therefore highly significant and in stark contrast that at the same time, Jesus enters Jerusalem from the other side, the east, on a donkey. Kings rode horses at war, donkeys in times of peace. In addition, Jesus, who had always travelled on foot, was quite deliberately fulfilling the prophecy of Zechariah 9:9. It is a clear statement: I am your true king, and of a very different kind. When rebuked by the Pharisees (perhaps fearful of the Roman response) for the raucous nature of what was happening, Jesus replies simply that if others are quiet, the very stones would cry out. (Luke 19:40) In an echo of the first procession, the bodily presence of God, the one who created everything, is brought to Jerusalem, on the day that the lambs were chosen for sacrifice. It is an event of profound significance.
Which brings me to the fourth procession. Just five days later, Jesus will again walk the streets of Jerusalem, this time not being carried, but staggering under the weight of a cross, looking defeated, sad and worn – so very different from the celebration such a short time before.
And yet Hebrews 12:2 tells us that Jesus ‘for the joy that was set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.’ What was the joy set before him? Returning to the full presence of the Father and Spirit, his task complete? No doubt, but I think there was more. I think we were the joy set before him. The prospect of bringing us wayward children home. You, and I, kept hm walking that day as the crowds jeered and wept.
So this Palm Sunday, perhaps take a moment to remember all four of those processions, but most of all, breathe a quiet thank you.
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