Sunday, 24 March 2013

Palm Sunday - and afterwards

Palm Sunday

Now to the gate of my Jerusalem,
The seething holy city of my heart,
The saviour comes. But will I welcome him?
Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start;
They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing,
And think the battle won. Too soon they’ll find
The challenge, the reversal he is bringing
Changes their tune. I know what lies behind
The surface flourish that so quickly fades;
Self-interest, and fearful guardedness,
The hardness of the heart, its barricades,
And at the core, the dreadful emptiness
Of a perverted temple. Jesus come
Break my resistance and make me your home.
from Sounding the Seasons by Malcolm Guite - see

Trust exercise
On looking at the figure of Christ on the cross in the chapel of Loyola Hall
Close your eyes.
Put your arms out.
Just let yourself fall back…
He did.
He closed his eyes.
He put out his arms.
He let himself fall.
The ultimate exercise in trust.
And what a catch!
So he can say to us
it’s alright -
God won’t suddenly step back,
he won’t misjudge it,
he won’t take his eye off the ball.
Close your eyes.
Put your arms out.
Let yourself fall…
Dare you?

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