Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24
"Holy Week" Saturday- Years A, B, C
Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24 or Job 14:1-14
Will we live again? Will release come? These questions are as deep and unanswerable as the "why" questions of life. We never know.
We wait in the unknowing. All we have to hang on to is an expectation that steadfast love is accessible, even while we don't know. So we cast about asking, "are you a taste of steadfast love?", "is this a new recognition of steadfast love?"
We wait in the unknowing. We fret and fear. We hardly hope.
Yet, we wait in the unknowing. We go one more day. We go one more step. We take one more action for what we understand to be wholeness for ourselves and others.
We wait, unknowing.
http://www.kairoscomotion.org/lectionary/2005/march2005.html
Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-24 or Job 14:1-14
Psalm 31:1-4, 15-16
I Peter 4:1-8
Matthew 27:57-66 or John 19:38-42
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean thing, a live thing out of a dead thing? Certainly not a magician. Certainly not positive thinking or prosperity theology. Certainly not an acculturated church. Certainly not individual faith.
It is important at some point to give up hope, to have dead be dead. This day we don't even wait. We go through motions. We become the walking dead.
Yesterday was bad enough. Today is badder yet. Tomorrow will be worser than anything. The end of all things is near. I wouldn't believe a proclamation of good news if it were yelled in my face.
Peter with his "disciplined prayers" and "constant love covering a multitude of sins" can go hang himself with Judas. If there is a next generation, they might listen to that but, today, it's most unreal.
http://kcmlection.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html
In G*D’s forsaking Jesus, we are forsaken. A never-ending story of Nothing, of darkness devoid of light, turns our knees to jelly, our strength to the shakes. There is only past, no present and definitely no future. Prayer is simply irrelevant. Our paths were illusion and we are well and truly lost, homeless.
Perhaps in some far distant reincarnation we will find hope still lives within us, even if unrecognized in this moment. Perhaps this is all part of a larger mercy that will become evident to our great-grandchildren. For now there is no morning; even our faith in physics fails, the sun is stuck on hold under our feet never to rise again.
It is possible to go here and survive. (Read your Stephen R. Donaldson.) Our culture, our habits, our time constraints, our fear of its truth all keep the depth of this lamentation at bay. It becomes something to read about, but not to experience. If there is no dark of day, there is no light in the dark.
http://kcmlection.blogspot.com/2014/04/lamentations-31-9-19-24-saturday.html