I challenge you to take a little extra time to be prayerful in the coming week, to listen carefully to others and to the God who calls us to hope.
Yesterday a reflection from Kate Bowler popped in my inbox. She teaches at Duke's Divinity School, and some of us read her memoir together last summer,
Everything Happens for a Reason: And Other Lies I've Loved
. I found her words particularly moving, and invite you to
read it here.
At the very least, read this poem that Kate mentions, as we think about the story of Palm Sunday to come.
When fishes flew and forests walked,
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry,
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
Of all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient, crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
I look forward to sharing the journey of Holy Week with you.
