Sermon for Year B Easter 3

Have you anything here to eat?

My parents died some years ago and their house,
my childhood home has long been sold.
But in an instant,
my mind can quick travel back to the kitchen in that house,
and I see my brother or my sister or me
or all three of us
standing there, as children or teenagers,
refrigerator door wide open,
peering in and shouting to our mother,
“Is there anything here to eat?”

Almost the same question Jesus asks his disciples.
Have you anything to eat?

Somehow,
we expect a different question.
After all, this is the Christ, the Messiah.
Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Now Christ is standing here saying,
“I’m hungry.
Have you anything here to eat?”

It’s so strange. It’s so real.

And the wonderful thing is--
this man, this Jesus
who has fed so many—thousands upon thousands—
now comes and says to his disciples,
it is your turn,
to do the feeding.

And feed him his friends do.
A piece of broiled fish.
And he takes it and he eats it in their presence.

This is no ghost.
This is no dream.
This is their friend, their rabbi—
and they are indeed witnesses.

Imagine how frightened the disciples were that day.
They are hiding together,
locked in a room.
They are terrified that the authorities are on their way to arrest them.
They are distraught because their leader is dead.
The emotions are thick, dense—
grief, guilt, anxiety, fear, distrust, terror.
Plus they are also hearing these stories that some have actually seen Jesus.
So add confusion to the feelings in that room.

Then suddenly-- with absolutely no warning--
Jesus is right there.
They are startled and terrified.
That part we understand--
the startled and terrified part when Jesus—
who is dead—
suddenly is standing right there,
right there in the room with them.

Now this is a story that is difficult to understand and accept
with any rational mind.
Jesus has come back in such a clearly human form.
And he’s eating.
It doesn’t make sense.

The body of Christ is so tangible.
They can touch Jesus.
They can see Jesus.
They can hear Jesus speaking: “Peace be with you.”

Jesus does not launch into a explanation
about the what, where and how of resurrection
nor does he provide an itinerary
of where he has been since Good Friday.

Jesus’ appearance says,
“I am alive and will continue to be alive—
through you.”

Just when everyone thought the journey was over,
they begin to understand that the journey is just beginning.
God still has something to say.
God still plans to be at work in the world.

Sometimes we too come upon a time in our lives
when we think the journey is over.
We may have lost someone we love
or lost our job
or lost our health
or our savings
or our home
or a friend.
We think there is no way out of the locked room.

That is never true.
The journey is never over.

Jesus appears to us over and over in real life.
Jesus usually shows up without any warning.
And we like the disciples often to do not recognize his presence among us—
or it takes us awhile.

Jesus does not come as a wispy, misty ghost.
A ghost does not have flesh and bones.
Jesus shows up—
usually in the most unexpected places
at the most unexpected times.

Sometimes we need to open our eyes
so that we might recognize the face of Jesus,
God’s presence among us.
This story in Luke’s gospel asks us to believe
that Jesus will show up again—and again and again.
As Jesus says to the disciples,
“Why do doubts arise in your hearts?”

And then sometimes we need to open our hearts,
get out of our chairs or the pews,
move our feet
and carry Jesus out into the world.

This is one of the gifts of the church—
to be the flesh and bones of Jesus together in the world.
Your hip bone is connected to my leg bone
and my leg bone is connected to your foot bone
and together we are off and running.

We are the ones who are called
to offer food and drink to those who are hungry and thirsty.
We are the ones who are called
to wrap our arms around those who are lonely or suffering.
We are the ones who are called
to walk humbly, to do justice and to offer kindness.

We are the ones who are called
to bow our heads and reach out our hands
and receive what we all hunger for so deeply—
communion.
Communion with God,
Communion with one another.

A piece of bread, a sip of wine, a bite of broiled fish.
the physical substance is not what matters.
It is the mystery behind and within the substance.
Our hunger for God binds us together.
Our own hunger reminds us that we are the flesh and bones

God feeds us at this rail
so that we might go out into the world and feed others.

Sometimes that food is 300 pounds of canned goods
stacked in the corner of the church
ready to go to Manna Food Bank next week.

Sometimes the food we offer
is showing up in a time of despair or frustration or fear—
be that in our family life
or in our work life
or in our community life—
and being the one who brings “peace” to the table, to others,
that day.

Being the one who eases the fear
or diffuses the anger
or pushes the darkness aside.

To be a witness does not mean we have to climb upon a little soap box
and talk about God day in and day out

To be a witness is to love God
with all our soul and all our might and all our heart
and to take that love out into the world every single day
in our completely ordinary
and absolutely extraordinary lives.

To be a witness is to love God
with all our soul and all our might and all our heart
and when we encounter those who are hungry
invite them to come and be fed,
to come and join
the “flesh and bones” work of God
that happens right here.

Have you anything to eat?
Oh yes.
Oh yes.
Oh yes.

Sermon for Year B Easter Day

John 20:1-18
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, "They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him." Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went toward the tomb. The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the cloth that had been on Jesus' head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. Then the disciples returned to their homes.
But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. They said to her, "Woman, why are you weeping?" She said to them, "They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him." When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, "Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?" Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away." Jesus said to her, "Mary!" She turned and said to him in Hebrew, "Rabbouni!" (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, "Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, `I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'" Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, "I have seen the Lord"; and she told them that he had said these things to her.


Butterflies

Body language says a lot.

If this is how Lent looks---
(hand on forehead looking like a repentant sinner)--
And this is how Holy Week looks—
(palms folded together and eyes closed in prayer)
Then this is how Easter looks---
(put on snazzy sunglasses and shout with joy!)

It’s true!
Easter is a party, a feast, a celebration.
What joy and what delight that we have all come together this happy morning!
Now I have to change back to my regular glasses
So I can see my sermon text—
Or you will have just heard the shortest Easter sermon on record—
And surely,
NONE of you would want a short sermon on Easter!


We have four well-known narrative accounts of the life of Jesus.
We call them gospels—
The word gospel meaning “good news”
The good news—the gospel—of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Each of our gospel writers
offers us a very different take
on what happened on that first Easter morning.

Last night at the the Great Vigil of Easter we heard Mark’s version:
3 women come to the tomb and find a young man
dressed all in white who tells them that Jesus has been raised and commands them to go and tell the disciples.
But the women are afraid and they run home and they tell no one.
At least not right away.

Matthew’s gospel tells us that Jesus was laid in a tomb
and that the chief priests and the Pharisees took a regiment of soldiers
and had the tomb securely sealed with an enormous stone.
But at dawn, when Mary Magdalene and the other Mary—two women—
go to the tomb,
there is a great earthquake
and an angel—dressed in dazzling white-- comes
and rolls back the stone
and tells them that Jesus has been raised.

In Luke’s gospel
it is again women—quite a large group of them—
who come to the tomb to anoint the body of Jesus
But they find the stone already rolled away.
Two men in dazzling clothes tell them Jesus has been raised
and the women go and tell the disciples
but no one believes them.
“An idle tale” the men call their story.

So the details in Matthew, Mark and Luke are different—
As they would be if you compared any of our stories
about the same event—
but the similarities are also there.

In all four gospels it is the women
who are the first witnesses to the resurrection.
In all four gospels
an enormous stone was inexplainably
rolled away from the door of the tomb.
In three of the four gospels
someone or someones dressed in dazzling white robes
give the news:
Jesus is not here.
Jesus has been raised.

But in one of the four gospels--
the gospel of John
which we heard this morning—
there is a significant difference.

Yes, it is a woman who arrives at the tomb first.
Mary Magdalene. But she comes alone.
But when she finds the stone rolled away,
she does not enter the tomb but
immediately goes to get Peter and another disciple.

And the disciples come and enter the tomb and yes,
they confirm that the body of Jesus is not there.
The linen wrappings and the cloth that covered Jesus’ face
have been left behind—but nothing else.
Jesus is not there.
Then the disciples leave and go back home.

But Mary Magdalene stays.
Mary Magdalene weeps.
They have taken away my Lord,
and I do not know where they have laid him.

This is what she tells two angels dressed in dazzling white
when they ask her why she is crying.

But then it is Jesus who is there
and he speaks to Mary—
Only he is standing behind her,
her back is to him and she can’t see him.
Mary Magdalene thinks he is the gardener—
until…

…until Jesus calls her by name, “Mary.”
Then she knows.

Then she turns and sees him---clearly.
I have seen the Lord she exclaims.
And she goes and tells anyone who will listen.

Isn’t that our story, too?
So often we look off in a direction that we think has all the answers.
Or we think there are no answers.
Our faces and are hearts
are often turned away from what is truest and most real for us.
Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.

But I have another gospel story to tell you this morning.
And it may be one you have never heard.
Because this is the gospel—the good news—
According to St. John, Haw Creek.

You see it wasn’t just the women who went to the tomb on Easter morning.
It was the women
And the men and the teenagers and the children
And even the babies and puppies and the cats.
I hear there was even one duck there!
Everyone shows up at the tomb on Easter morning.

Why?
Because everyone is welcome.
Everyone is invited.
Everyone belongs.

So they all show up at the tomb
And guess what?
That’s right.
That enormous stone?
It’s gone.
Someone said they were sure they passed when they driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway early this morning.
There was this huge boulder,
Sitting in the middle of a field
And it had never been there before.
Strange things happen in the early dawn of Easter morning.

So they come to the tomb
And the stone has been rolled away.
And step by step they approach the entrance to the tomb.
And someone has a flashlight with them
(probably the Junior Warden)
And they pull it out of their pocket
And they shine the light into the darkness of the tomb.
And then suddenly everyone pulls out their flashlights—
You see—these people from St. John’s Haw Creek
Are very ready.
And they shine their lights into the tomb.
And—
Jesus is not there.
Jesus has been raised.

Just like the stories in the other gospels.

BUT---suddenly they hear this strange strange sound—
it sounds sort of like this (make a fluttering noise)
And then they see them.

Butterflies!
Hundreds of butterflies.
Thousands of butterfiies.
Every color, every size, every kind.
And they are flying out of the tomb.
Flying into the world
Free.
Released.
Risen.
Beautiful.

And it looks like a few of those butterflies
decided to make their Easter home
here at St. John’s, Haw Creek.

You see the butterfly is a magnificent image of resurrection.
A lowly earth bound caterpillar retreats into a cocoon
And the caterpillar appears to die.

If you have ever seen a cocoon—
it looks absolutely dead, lifeless.
But from the cocoon—from its own little tomb—
emerges this beautiful, vibrant butterfly—
no longer bound to the earth—
but free and released it
to go out into the world.


And that is where we pick up the gospel according to St. John, Haw Creek.

Today is Easter morning.
Jesus is no longer held captive in a tomb.
And neither are we.

Our invitation is the same as Mary Magdalene’s and the disciples.
To go and tell anyone and everyone who has ears to listen.
To share the good news,
to share our own stories--
of how we too have been lost--
and even when we thought it was over and ended--
someone came looking for us
and called us by name
and nothing was ever again the same.

And all we had to do
was turn around.

Easter is a feast.
Easter is a party.
Easter is not what joy looks like—
Easter is what joy IS!

Christ is risen.
The Lord is risen indeed.
Alleluia!
Alleluia!
Alleluia!

Sermon for Year B Easter Vigil

Mark 16:1-8
When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint Jesus. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, "Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?" When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, "Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you." So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.


Who will roll the stone away?

As soon as they could get there,
as soon as they could take their spices
and go to anoint Jesus’ body,
the women—Mary Magdalene,
Mary the mother of James and Salome—
head out at daybreak to go to the tomb.

It is only once they are on their way there
that one of them begins to think rationally
and asks,

Hey! Wait a minute!
Who will roll the stone away for us?
We won’t even be able to get to the body.

Yes, there are three of them—
but the stone that was placed at the opening of the tomb
is enormous and heavy--
the purpose being to seal the entrance
and to keep the body of Jesus safe.

Who will roll the stone away?

But even their worries
about the practicalities of moving that stone
does not slow them down.
They keep going.
When they arrive at the tomb,
they are stunned.
There is absolutely nothing blocking the entrance.

When they looked up—
they saw that the stone—
which was very large—
had already been rolled back.

They are frightened.
Who did this?
Who could have arrived before us?
Who rolled away this enormous stone?

Yet even their fears
do not slow them down.
They enter the cool darkness of the tomb,
but they find no body to anoint.
Jesus is not there.
Or is he?

There IS a young man there—
dressed in white robes—
who knows before they say one word
that they are looking for Jesus.
He is not here.
He has been raised.
Tell the disciples Jesus will meet them in Galilee.
Oh and by the way, don’t be afraid!


Don’t be afraid?!??!!
Right!
You can almost imagine these three women
backing out of the tomb,
their eyes wide with fear,
moving away from this young man
and the light that seems to surround him.
Then once outside—
turning and running as fast as they can,
back to the safety of their homes.

Mark’s gospel tells us that they tell no one.
Who would have believed them?
They could not believe it themselves at that moment.

We don’t know how long it took
but we do know
the story eventually was told.

Eventually those women did speak, did tell others.
How else could the writer of Mark’s gospel
have written down what happened that morning?

And now here we are.
Almost 2000 years later.
The story has made its way to our ears, to our lives.

You see killing Jesus was a terrible mistake.
Not just because of all the good he did in the world.
Not just because of what he taught and how he lived.
Not just because he was willing to take on the darkness of the world
and face death.
Not just because he was the incarnation of love.
Not just because he was an innocent man.


Theologian Walter Wink suggests that illing Jesus was a foolish mistake.
It was like trying to get rid of a dandelion
by plucking up the seed-head and blowing on it —

And the good news of Jesus Christ
began to spread, began to grow,
it hopped over fences and traveled over oceans
and moved through centuries.

Oh, the women might have been afraid,
they might have told no one at first.
But God works in mysterious ways.
Have no doubt that those women found their voices
and told their story.

And now the story has passed to us.
To you and to me.


The love of God is not something to keep hidden away in a dark tomb.
In the life he lived and in the death he died,
Jesus rolled away the stone for US.

The sun has been shattered.
But the sun has been shattered into a million fragments of light.

We are called to go and tell the story.
to spread the good news.

There are long versions of the story,
And there are short versions of the story.
And we each have our own version
of how this story has transformed our life.

But the story we have to tell this night,
this beautiful, glorious Easter Eve,
the story is this:

The stone has been rolled away.

Christ is risen!
The Lord is risen indeed.

Alleluia!
Alleluia!
Alleluia!


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Sermon for Year B Maundy Thursday

A glass of milk

Frederick Buechner writes in his book Listening to Your Life:

"If the world is sane, then Jesus is mad as a hatter
and the Last Supper is the Mad Tea Party.
The world says, Mind your own business,
and Jesus says, There is no such thing as your own business. The world says, Follow the wisest course and be a success,
and Jesus says, Follow me and be crucified.
The world says, Drive carefully---the life you save may be your own--- and Jesus says, Whoever would save his life will lose it,
and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.


The world says, Law and order,
and Jesus says, Love.
The world says, Get,
and Jesus says, Give.

In terms of the world's sanity, Jesus is crazy as a coot,
and anybody who thinks we can follow him
without being a little crazy too
is laboring less under a cross
than under a delusion."


The world says…
Jesus says…
Tonight--this Maundy Thursday--is the last time
the disciples will be able to listen directly
to what Jesus says.

When I worked in children’s museums
we had a phrase we used that guided our design and program work.:

I hear and I forget.
I see and I remember.
I do and I understand.

I don’t think Jesus had ever been to a children’s museum,
but I do think he uses this same wisdom
throughout his ministry
including on this holy night with his disciples.

The word Maundy comes from the Latin word mandatum
and it means “mandate” or “commandment”.
Tonight is the night when Jesus gives his disciples a new commandment,
a new covenant.
Love one another
Just as I have loved you.

Love one another by serving—
wash each other’s feet.,
take care of each other,
take care of those who have no one to take care of them.

Love one another by offering all you have and all you are—
For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup…
Do this
In remembrance of me.
To remember the love we share
To remember the God we share
To remember the world we share.

Jesus was not just a talking head.
Jesus constantly and tirelessly was doing.
Healing. Listening. Feeding.
Washing feet.

And Jesus always sends the disciples out to go and do likewise.
Heal. Listen. Feed.
Wash feet.


Jesus wants them to live their faith.
Jesus wants us to live our faith.


There is a place and time to expound upon theology and doctrine,
but what the world needs more and needs right now
is a full and abundant showing and showering of love.

Annie Lehmann is the author of a book titled
The Accidental Teacher: Life Lessons from My Silent Son.
Her son Jonah is autistic.
When he was only 3 years old
Annie and her husband were told
that Jonah’s autism was “untreatable.”

But Annie and her husband were also young and energetic and hopeful.
They made Jonah the focus of their lives—
They felt if they could make every experience a teaching session,
every communication exchange a lesson—
they would be able to bridge the developmental gap
for their son.

Because Jonah loved food
Annie shares that whenever she went to the grocery store
with her young son she would point out colors (red apple)
and shapes (round cookie).

But Jonah always turned away from their teaching efforts.
They tried vitamins, restricted diets, communication boards,
sensory integration therapy, they tried everything.
But for Jonah each hope they had
was followed by disappointment.

Annie writes,
“We might as well have been chasing butterflies with a torn net.”

Finally—finally after Jonah was in his teens—
and Annie and the rest of the family were worn out and frustrated— finally they decided to let go of their checklist of goals
They decided to let Jonah enjoy the things he enjoyed
without their projected expectations of accomplishment.

This loving mother recalls how Jonah as a little boy
had a low tolerance for reading but he liked it
when she would sing books to him.
Once she sang the story of Cinderella,
As Jonah rolled about on the floor,
seemingly oblivious to the story.

Still, his mother felt she needed to involve her son in the story
so she left a sentence for him to complete…

“The clock struck 12,” she sang off key,
“And Cinderella ran down the palace steps,
leaving behind a glass….”

Jonah continued rolling on the floor
as his mother waited for him to say the word “slipper.”

And at last he completed the sentence for his mother: “…of milk.”

Leaving behind a glass of milk.

Annie Lehman says she never hears the story of Cinderella
without seeing a glass tumbler filled with milk
sitting on the palace steps.


“Jonah turned 25 last fall,” his mother writes,
“and when I look at him
I can’t help wondering
if the past years weren’t some heaven-directed scheme
meant to humble us
and teach us the value of acceptance.
Understanding
that we couldn’t change him
has changed us.”

The world expected a Messiah that was so different than Jesus.

Even his very own disciples expected him to any day now,
start acting like that king of kings they expected.
Even today
We sometimes try to make Jesus “fit” into our world,
Our ways of doing things.

But Jesus always offers a glass of milk and not a glass slipper.
And Jesus calls us to act and to offer and give and to do.
To do everything in remembrance of him.

To love one another.
To take the bread and the wine and know that God is with us. Always.
To share all that we have and all that we are.
To humble ourselves
and wash the dust and dirt off the feet of the world.

We may not be able to change the world
but we ourselves will be changed.
By him and with him and in him…
we are transformed.
All through the power of love.

Sermon for Year B Palm Sunday

Surrounded by the Gospel

Palm Sunday is a day of contradictions.
We start with the liturgy of the palms.
The palms are blessed and hosannas are shouted
as we process into the church.
All glory laud and honor we sing.

Jesus—the king—riding on a colt,
other gospels say a donkey.
A donkey? A colt?
Should not a king enter Jerusalem on a mighty steed?
Such a strange juxtaposition.

And then the passion play.
Passion meaning suffering.
And play?—nothing playful about this story.
It is deeply, movingly serious.
And painful.

It is a story of great suffering,
of loneliness,
of pain and humility.
It is a story of undeserved death.
Jesus is killed because people are afraid of him.

Palm Sunday is the beginning of Holy Week.

We have sat in this church through these weeks of Lent
surrounded by this story we hear today.

Along the walls of our church hang 14 stations of the cross.
These are not for decoration.
You, like I, may appreciate their artistic value,
but that is not why they are here.
That is not why the artist painted them
or gifted them to this parish.

These stations are so that we might remember.
These stations are so that we might remember the suffering—
not only the suffering of Jesus
but the suffering that surrounds us still.

We live in a community, in a world,
surrounded by this story we hear today.

People are suffering.
People are hungry.
People have lost their jobs and fallen from the weight upon their back.
People have lost their health and their wealth
and many feel stripped of their dignity.

People we love have died.
Have been laid in the tomb.
And our hearts break
for those we love but see no longer.

I truly believe that the purpose of the church is to spread the gospel—
the good news of Jesus Christ.
And there is good news—
we will celebrate that wonderful, joy-filled good news
one week from today.

But we make that good news shabby
if we fail to recognize the pain and the suffering and the death
and the darkness
that is still part of our world, our own lives.

Stations of the Cross.
They are not just part of a journey in Jerusalem.
They are not just an ancient liturgy.
We walk these stations every day.
Open your eyes to the world around you.
In your family.
At your office.
On the streets.
We live in a hurting, suffering world.

Look at our community
People are hungry.
People are lonely.
People are marginalized.
People are afraid.

We live in the passion play.

And what are we going to do about it?
We claim we are going to follow Jesus.
Let’s do that.
Let’s help one another do just that.

When we are baptized into Christ
we make a covenant.
And a covenant is not just what God will do for us—
a covenant is an agreement of what we will do for God as well.

Even when we are baptized as infants
those who love us most in the world
bind us with the words of that baptismal covenant.

Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself?
I will, with God’s help.

Imagine how different this story—this Passion play—
would have been
if Pilate or the crowd had looked upon Jesus as a neighbor—
not a threat.
Imagine how our world might change today
if we look at every person and see the face of Christ,
see someone who longs to be loved
just as we long to be loved.

Will you strive for justice and peace among all people
and respect the dignity of every human being?
I will, with God’s help.

Imagine how different our world, our community can be
if we really listen
and hear the word ALL as meaning ALL,
as EVERY meaning EVERY.
If we treated every human being—
yes, even the ones we don’t like,
even the people we fear,
even the ones we think don’t deserve
anything—
Imagine if we respected the dignity of every human being?

Imagine if justice and peace were at the top of our agendas
both corporately and individually?
Oh, how the world might be a different place!
On earth as in heaven.
We are charged with helping make that happen.
I will,
with God’s help.

When we are baptized into Christ we make a covenant—
and we are marked as Christ’s own forever.
Forever.
That cross that is marked on our forehead?
You can’t erase it.
We are marked as Christ’s own forever.

Living into our baptismal covenant.
is an enormous task—
but it is the cornerstone for living the gospel.
It is at the heart of following Jesus.

We begin our walk into Holy Week today.
It is why we leave the church in silence.
I will not wait at the door to greet you or bid you goodbye.
There is no coffee hour or social time
or meetings after today’s service.

We have much to think about.
Much to ponder in our hearts.

The Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
What are we going to do about it?
What are we going to do about in our own lives
and in the life of this parish?
What are we going to do about it?
That is the question to ponder for Holy Week.