Dance of the Trinity

In the beginning
 Before heaven was.
 Before earth was formless -

 There you are
 Father, Son and Spirit Holy
 Three in one 
 The sacred dance

 And In the end
 At earths destruction 
 Beyond the days of
 new heaven and new earth
 There you are, dancing still

 Unimaginably timeless
 The dance of love goes on
 Graceful and fluid,
 Majestic and lovely,
 Flowing like water
 Intensely intricate 
 Entwining and joyful.

 It is hard to see where one person ends
 And another begins
 Father, Son and Spirit Holy.

 And mystery of mysteries
 You bid us come.

 Spirit draws us, Son takes us
 In nail pierced hands
 And presents us to the Father.

 And we are caught up in the holy dance 
 The eternal relationship of love
 Which knows no beginning and no end.

 What a privilege to be 
 Caught up in you
 And the rhythm of eternal communion
 As we spin and sway and move
 to the music of grace
 With Father, Son and Spirit Holy.

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Resurrection

Sunday
 Hopeless and weary, yet still
 Our love for him drew us to the place where he lay
 Braving the knowledge that the guards would still be there
 Despite the finality of death, we had to see
 even his grave
 one more time.

 The earth shook as we approached.

 We shook, too.
 Though we had thought that those last dark days had wrung out every last emotion,
 We found we were wrong
 but still our love drew us.

 A light too bright to look into
 Words issued by an angel
 Words too bright to believe entirely
 but unbidden, a strange forgotten joy was birthed. It was hope.

 We ran. We ran to call the others, but stopped in our tracks.

 He was there. Radiant.
 “Greetings” he said.

 “Greetings“……….GREETINGS??”

 Are those words from beyond the grave…….? “Greetings”
 even now it makes me laugh.

 And we who had thought to never feel again
 were filled with joy.
 Laughter spilled out, love overflowed, struck down with awe we lay flat
 and clutched at his feet with love whilst we could barely breathe.

 “Fear not” so gentle his words that banished fear forever.
 and now we could let him go
 For we knew he would never leave us again.
 

The Second Day

The second day

 was a day when you were gone.
 No gospels written then
 The certainty of victory concealed
 in mystery.

 The second day

 smelt of bloodshed
 and dirty linen used to wash thy torn pure form
 lay soaking in a bowl.

 The second day

 we were bereft and weeping.
 No comforter then.
 I turned to a friend for a hug and a smile
 but saw only pain.

 The second day

 we waited….

 and you loved us too much
 to leave us there
 in the bleak darkness
 hopeless and lost
 for more than a day.

Golgotha

oops – forgot to post yesterday, so two offerings today. Here we are, Good Friday, remembering the darkest of days. We know the events through the bible and with hindsight. I cannot imagine how the mother of Jesus, or his friends felt at the crucifixion, not knowing what would follow.

I watched a much loved sister die over a relatively short period of time a few years ago. Sitting at her bedside, watching her lovely face grow thinner, seeing her slipping away in front of my eyes, was agonising. Yet I kept thinking about Mary, watching Jesus die before her eyes, an unimaginably more painful death with no pain relief, no nurses, and so alone.

He would have been naked, exposed, his skin gouged, his face beaten…publicly derided and humiliated. I cannot imagine watching that happen to a much loved son, to someone you loved more that yourself.

The Death
Mary watched and wept
 as the torture proceeded
 not knowing that each and every
 savage, painful moment

 drew You closer to home
 to the place where
 tears are tenderly wiped away
 and glory is inhaled with every breath.
 
Every step on the highway to death
 forged a path to a life that will never perish.

 And when deepest blackness
 darkened the sky
 and utter bleakness
 stole Your soul
 that was the last grasp of evil’s fingers upon You.

 Never again can the tentacles of death
 trap those in whom Your Spirit inhabits.

 For we are free
 and more alive than we will ever know
 even while we die.

 I will fear no evil. For the Good Shepherd is by my side.

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Father forgive them, they know not what they do

 The only certainty more sure
 than our past, present and future
 blind
 mindless
 murder
 of God
 
is
 His
 open arms
 offering
 free
 forgiveness
 to the killers.

Gethsemene

Here Jesus prayed.

Facing the unknown, when you are about to approach something difficult, be it a parting, a difficult journey, or a course of unpleasant medical treatment, is difficult. It would be much harder to face these same things, whilst knowing fully what they would entail. Which of us has not said at some time ‘if I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t come this way’.

I believe Jesus knew what lay ahead. He knew that betrayal, torment, agony and death were coming. For the person of God to ‘become sin’ – this too, lay ahead, and is a darkness beyond our understanding, yet he walked into that too, with eyes open. Jesus knew what would happen, why else would he pray, ‘If it is possible, let this cup of suffering be taken away from me.’

Is there anything on this earth that can console a person in such grief, facing the loss of body, soul and spirit? Perhaps only not to face it alone. Yet that was the point at which Jesus’s friends slept. Those same friends whom he had nurtured, taught and loved for 3 years. those same friends would flee, leaving him to face the terror alone.

Jesus
How did You feel?
You told them you were going
You told them they would grieve.
Were you hinting when You said 
“a time is coming when I will not pray for you, 
you can pray yourselves.”

You reminded them of their love for You.
You told them that You were going.
You said they would be scattered
But that You, Jesus
would be
all alone

WHY didn’t they pray for You Jesus?
For Heaven’s sake
they could not even stay awake
To be with You
While Your anguished soul cried out


Grief is a lonely place.
You alone are there.

Forgiveness

How easily the word Forgiveness trips off my tongue. Yet as I consider the depth of the betrayal of Jesus and the agony of the cross, the grace of His quiet forgiveness strikes me anew. How quick I am to take offence if I feel slightly ignored or badly treated by people I don’t know, let alone by friends. Yet He foreknew what would happen, and did not forbid Judas to come to the last supper or turn away from the fake kiss.

Easter

With Easter almost upon us, I plan to put something up daily regarding the week on the Passion of Christ. Please ignore the timeline – like the bible, I will jump around the timeline a bit.

Today reflecting on people Jesus loved. Mary, the disciples, and us.