the journey before us

“It is helpful, I think, to be reminded that we are dust.

It seems crucial to take this reminder with us as we move through life–through successes, disappointments, surprises, distractions, tragedy.

For Christians, it is also a truth to help us with the vast and terrible events of Holy Week.  The season begins with ashes of Ash Wednesday.  On this day, foreheads are marked with a bold and ashen cross of dust, recalling both our history and our future, invoking repentance, inciting stares.  Marked with the Cross, we are Christ’s own: pilgrims on a journey that proclaims death and resurrection all at once.

The journey through Lent into the light and darkness of Holy Week is for those made in dust who will return to dust, those willing to trace the breath that began all of life to the place where Christ breathed his last.  It is a journey that expends everything within us.”

-Jill Carattini

lent

“I can think about Advent, about expectancy.  It holds some concerns, but to be impregnated with new life is a rather hopeful subject.  During Advent we rejoice as we open ourselves to the mysteries of the marriage of heaven to earth.

But in Lent we come to know that the only way to our own healing and wholeness comes paradoxically through dismembering–an appallingly painful process which life offers us, ready or not, and which Lent gives us the form and meaning for.  “They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have numbered all my bones,”  We engage dismemberment and atonement so that we maybe transformed through the Easter mysteries and arrive at “at-one-ment.”

-Gertrud Mueller Nelson, “To Dance with God”

table blessing on the eve of ash wednesday

Lord our God,
on this eve of Ash Wednesday,
we ask that You bless our celebration
of the feast of Mardi Gras.
Bless our table, our food and wine,
as well as all of us
who sit about this feast day table.

Come, Gracious Lord,
and join us at this feast
as we prepare to join Your Son, Jesus,
be prayerfully entering into
these forty days of Lent.

As the food and wine of this feast
give nourishment and strength
to our bodies and spirits,
so may we, during this coming season of Lent,
give strength and support to each other
and to all who accompany us
on this pilgrimage of prayer
from Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday.

As this Lenten roadway causes us to reflect
upon the death of our Lord,
may we also remember His victory
in His resurrection from the dead.

May this dinner
on the eve of day of ashes
be a joyful foretaste
of the rebirth and new life that is the promise
of the feast of the Resurrection.

Together, for the final time before these forty days,
let us sing the ancient song of joyful victory: Alleluia!

Amen.

-Edward Hays, Prayers for the Domestic Church

The Coming

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows: a bright
Serpent, A river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.

On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. Many People
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.

-R.S. Thomas

Christ be our light

Longing for light, we wait in darkness.
Longing for truth, we turn to you.
Make us your own, your holy people,
light for the world to see.

Christ, be our light!
Shine in our hearts.
Shine through the darkness.
Christ, be our light!
Shine in your church gathered today.

Bernadette Farrell, Hymn: Christ, Be Our Light

come down, o love, divine

Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing.
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn, til earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let Thy glorious light shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling;
For none can guess its grace, till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.

-Bianco of Siena, Come Down, O Love Divine