Look, the son comes; the farmers steam at the sight. The vineyard is theirs! He has no place. Stone the son; kill the heir. The vineyard is red with blood. Look, the Son comes; the farmers quake at the sight. Rejected, now the cornerstone: the vineyard’s his. He takes His place. The blood-red SonContinue reading “Lent 30: Thursday of Fourth Week”
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Lent 28: Tuesday of Fourth Week
And what is this that we now hear? The workers who arrived too late – the lazy, the beggars, the weak, the lame – have won the Master’s favour and have earned equal pay. What is this that he proclaims, this carpenter with hands of dust? The children step aside while dogs who surely areContinue reading “Lent 28: Tuesday of Fourth Week”
Lent 27: Monday of Fourth Week
But whose victory? And how the victory won? A camel approaches the needle’s eye; Money glints in place of God… All these I have done since I was a child – Still one thing is needed, and here lies pain. The victory walks ahead to death. Enemies watch and wait.
Catechism 13
Can anyone keep the law of God perfectly? Since the fall, no mere human has been able to keep the law of God perfectly, but consistently breaks it in thought, word, and deed. (New City Catechism) All this being said – the neighbour languishes where thieves and Levites have left him. The SamaritanContinue reading “Catechism 13”
Lent 26: Fourth Sunday of Lent
And we need want nothing. Though the mountains rise to threaten, though the Temple sways and falls – we trust. Our Shepherd leads. We know His voice. Though our enemies writhe and demons laugh exultant – look: a table stands where least expected. We dine, victorious.
Lent 25: Saturday of Third Week
Yet we close our hearts to the man who cuts us off driving or sits in our seat. And we close up the access and passage to remorse when the sins of our fathers still fester in minds: the servant who casts his debtor into the prison from which he too had been freed. Father,Continue reading “Lent 25: Saturday of Third Week”
Lent 24: Friday of Third Week
Our minds cannot contain something so small, so microscopic, yet Universe sustained within – a mustard seed which sees the mountain, sees despair beneath its foot and says to it, Now move. O God. The mountain blocks our view. The heights have dizzied; the depths distress. Open your seed within.
Lent 23: Thursday of Third Week
Son of David, immortal king, why – Shoot from stump of Jesse, how – Anointed one, long-promised ruler – Where is victory? Where your crown? Losing life to save it, why – Eyes bent towards the grave, what for – Die that life may glorious reign – Our minds cannot contain
Søren (After Rowan Williams’ “Rublev”)
The Messiah came one day, tattered in Adam’s rags, ragged and anxious from the moment of sin, sick nearly to death. I said, My father has betrayed you and I have chased dead beauty. Sit ragged with me by my hearth. I too wear scars: do you know them? These the contours that choice hasContinue reading “Søren (After Rowan Williams’ “Rublev”)”
Lent 22: Wednesday of Third Week
Son of David: the children drop their scraps to the ground; the feast passes by, unnoticed. Son of David: faith bursts out from unexpected ground. Where are those with faith of a child? Son of David, I am needy. Hear the cry of dogs waiting at the children’s side. Son of David: stretch out YourContinue reading “Lent 22: Wednesday of Third Week”
The Consolations of Writing 