WBB Holy Week – Holy Saturday We are in a Holy Saturday moment, and there is no “going back to normal”.
WBB Holy Week – Good Friday God-awful week in a God-damned month of captivity, death toll on the rise, anxiety at an all time high.
Wednesday of Holy Week – The Dispute at the Table Maybe it is a good thing that we are on a Eucharistic fast.
Tuesday of Holy Week – Jesus sets the table This is not the language of victory, this is language of death.
Monday of Holy Week – Jesus Weeps Tears are God’s default. Judgement is never found outside of the embrace of grief in the heart of God.
WBB Holy Week: Palm Sunday Before this week is out, a stone will engage in a radical act of civil disobedience.
Holy Week and Bitter Tears: A Pastoral Letter Hope is going to be a discipline this year. We’re going to have to work a little harder to wrestle hope out of the jaws of despondency and despair.
The Women Were There The women were there. They followed love to the cross, and anointed death with their love.
Holy Week, Holy Huddle: A Pastoral Letter We are called, every year, to huddle with the Forsaken One, in the week of his abandonment.
Holy Week and the March for our Lives For these kids it is already Holy Saturday. The crucifixion has already happened and their friends are in the ground. But they did not run away. They marched on Washington.
Forsaken by God: Susannah’s Story And then Jesus lifted up his voice. And he prayed my prayer, he prayed the words of the psalm, the words that my people had cried through the centuries, the words that I had cried over and over, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”
Love, Knowing and the Washing of Feet It’s all about love to the very end. It’s all about a love that brings us to Holy Week. It’s all about the end of love, the telos of love. It’s all about the Lord of love, kneeling before his disciples on Thursday evening, and enthroned on a cross by Friday afternoon.
Good Friday in Six Voices Fear and paranoia spread like cancer and that small act of burial may cost me my reputation, my membership, who knows? maybe my life. It doesn’t matter. It had to be done. I needed to plant that seed in the earth.
Pastoral Letter for Holy Week: Prayers, Tears, Funerals and Feasts Sisters and brothers: Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you hoped they would.