Maundy Thursday, we wash each other’s feet.
Good Friday, Tenebrae, we extinguish the candles slowly, one by one.
Holy Saturday, what do we do?
They say He went to Hell this day. Closed it down, rescuing the dead, the hurting,
the ones in limbo, the ones forgotten by the living.
And so it was they who were the first to experience Easter. Alleluia!
Metaphor, legend, or history …
Today is Saturday.
Holy Saturday.
Who may we rescue from Hell?
To whom may we give Easter?
I have but one candle of life to burn, and I would rather burn it out in a land filled with darkness than in a land flooded with light.
We affirm that every one of us is held in Creation’s hand – a part of the interdependent cosmic web –- and hence all strangers need not be enemies; that no one is saved until we all are saved where All means the whole of Creation.
Be ready at any moment to give up what you are for what you might become.
No religion is a true religion that does not make men tingle to their finger tips with a sense of infinite hazard.
Are we ready to…mobilize our people to invade the community?
It’s Friday … but Sunday’s coming!
The Church exists by mission, just as fire exists by burning.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
The mark of a great church is not its seating capacity, but its sending capacity.
Our hands will not be clean until we get them dirty, until we roll up our sleeves and match our words with deeds.
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