April 19, 2019
Ecumenical Service
at United Presbyterian Church
From
the manger to this moment
what
a narrow, winding path we’ve tramped.
On a
starry night
we
peered with shepherds
into
the face of a newborn,
the
messiah newly born.
We
added our voices
To
the angelic chorus
that
rocked the heavens
with
its raucous rejoicing,
and
returned home by another way
with
star gazers from afar.
We
waited to wade in the
waters
of baptism,
dropped
our nets
and
abandoned our boats
when
the sound of his voice
reached
our ears
and
captured our hearts.
Our
mouths gaped at the miracles.
Our
eyes widened at the healings.
We
could not understand that so many
could
be fed with so little bread.
We
did not understand
or
grasp who He was.
But when
He spoke of his death,
of
the cruelty, sorrow and agony
to
come
our
imaginations failed us.
We
failed Him.
From
the manger to this moment,
we
have not understood
or
believed
or
accepted
the
cross.
Just
two wooden boards.
Just
two wooden boards.
But
nailed together
And
held aloft
They
are our heartbreak.
They
are our salvation.
He
is our salvation.
From
the manger to this moment
we
have come.
In
three days
we
may dance in the streets with joy.
In
three days we may make the world
ring
with our cries of celebration.
In
three days he will rise once more.
But
today, at this moment,
we
face his death
and
our complicity in it.
Today,
at this moment,
He
dies.
The
world is dark.
The
powers and principalities have won.
Yet
only for
this
moment.
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