Here are two Holy Week reflections for this day. The first is: how well are you carrying the cross of Christ? Does the work of bringing justice and peace to the world, of redeeming it, fit your shoulders? How involved are you in the sufferings of the poor, society's weak and little ones who lack power?The reading also notes:
The second reflection is: whatever your personal cross or crosses, are you engaged in the creative chemistry of converting them into something that that will enhance you and the world?
"Take up your cross"; what does that mean? In the Gospel of Luke it seems very evident. Crosses were for revolutionaries. They were the instruments of capital punishment for anyone who opposed Rome, who worked actively against the establishment to lift the oppression of the people. All crosses can be revolutionary, socially renewing as they help to redeem--to make holy--the world.
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"Sin is necessary, but all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well."
-Julian of Norwich, Showings
Five good things about today:
1. [draws hearts around self and gen bff]
2. I headed next door for something this morning, and the weather was so nice. (weather.com said Boston 10am: 36F feels like 30F) Alyssa B-G was heading out at the same time, and I said, "I thought I was the only person crazy enough to go outside without a jacket in this weather." She said she finds bracing cold good for waking her up :)
3. Spangler pasta (gnocchi, spinach & mushrooms & tomato & olives & sundried tomato, with alfredo with pesto).
4. After ~8hrs of sleep, I had hoped to feel more well-rested than I did this morning, but thankfully it didn't affect my day too much.
5. On my way to the T after work, I bumped into Layna -- with her Korean tutor, who says I have soft hair :)
Three things I did well today:
1. I did ~20min in the weight room this morning.
2. I called a friend, because she e-mailed me asking me to. Which feels more like, "Yay, I got to bring some grace into the world," than an Accomplishment per se.
Mal: Hey, little one. Understand your part in all this?
River: Do you?
Mal: It's what I do, darlin'. It's what I do.
3. I finally sent out the Unit directory (includes everyone's office phone, home contact info, assistant office contact info) -- people keep asking me for people's contact info, and I'm happy to pull up the document, but it would be much more efficient for everyone to have the information themselves; but I keep not actually sending it out, for reasons that are unclear to me.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
["anything that you're looking forward to, that means you're facing tomorrow with joy, not trepidation," as Ari says]
1. Lunch with Cate.
2. Getting to bed earlier tomorrow night than I am tonight.
In one of my rare moments actually logged in to facebook, the update feed informed that Gusti was attending "PASSIONS," so of course I had to click to see what it was 'cause hi, this is Gusti.
Name: PASSIONSSo I put it on my calendar for tonight.
Tagline: a Passion Play for Skeptics, Believers, and the Third Millennium
Host: HDS 2984 "Passion Play" Seminar
Type: Music/Arts - Performance
In this new and original work written, directed, and performed by the members of Professor Matthew Myer Boulton’s “Passion Play” seminar, the four passion narratives in the New Testament gospels intertwine with contemporary voices that interpret, critique, and encounter these narratives today. With original music composed by HDS student Robert Swartz. All are welcome -- admission is FREE! Come out and support original community theater!
It opens with the women at the empty tomb, which was strange to me. Later, they talk about drama in the Middle Ages and how the Passion Plays developed as prologues to the Easter story.
They jumped around, so the story wasn't told linearly either backwards or forwards, which was frustrating to me, but in some ways it worked, especially since they included other readings (and also had voices at times interrupting to critique). I also liked that they used the voices of all four Gospels -- sometimes taking turns, sometimes interrupting and/or talking over each other.
They sang "Were you there when they crucified my Lord?" -- which made me weep when I saw Corpus Christi in Scotland last summer, but which only choked me up this time. My choking up and getting teary was a recurrent theme, though -- "Peter broke down and wept," "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom," etc.
It's interesting that in one of the Gospels (Mark), the wine was mixed with myrrh.
And later, some of the Pass Over story in Exodus was read, and the bit about touching the blood (of the lamb) to the doorframes using hyssop resonated given the readings about the crucifixion -- which include the sponge of wine being lifted up to Jesus using a stalk of hyssop (John).
They read from Deuteronomy (21) about how if a man is put to death and his body is hung on a tree, his body must not be left on the tree overnight, because anyone who is hung on a tree is under God's curse.
The entire Psalm (22) that "my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" comes from was read.
They got to the "blood libel," and one of the contemporary voices interrupted "Matthew," took his stole. Then commenced an argument amongst the various voices.
One interesting idea was raised: that the blood from the sacrifice makes you ritually clean. I don't think that allusion is what the Matthean "let his blood be on us" crowds were intending at all, but it was interesting to think about.
"John": "That's what the cross is for. To redeem everything."
contemporary woman: "But it can't."
"John": "Then what is it for?"
"Some things can't be enacted."
"But can we be witnesses?"
"Do you know what I have done to you? Do you realize what I've done?" ("John" -- after the footwashing)
"Quem quaritis?" ("Whom are you looking for?")
There was a discussion afterward, but even after I'd checked my voicemail, people were still mingling (I imagine the audience was mostly all HDS students) and I had an interest in getting some sleep, so I headed home. (The play didn't start until about 8:15 and ended around 9:30, so I didn't get home until after 10.)