Here is the source of every sacrament,
The all-transforming presence of the Lord,
Replenishing our every element
Remaking us in his creative Word.
For here the earth herself gives bread and wine,
The air delights to bear his Spirits speech,
The fire dances where the candles shine,
The waters cleanse us with His gentle touch.
And here He shows the full extent of love
To us whose love is always incomplete,
In vain we search the heavens high above,
The God of love is kneeling at our feet.
Though we betray Him, though it is the night.
He meets us here and loves us into light.
Malcolm Guite, Sounding the Seasons, Canterbury Press 2012
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Lovely poem. I really do like that image too. The complementary colours are so warm.
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Glad you like it. I like finding African interpretations – they are often nearer what the original event would have been like.
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That is just lovely! Absolutely lovely! All the best for Good Friday!xxxx
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thank you, Lilo – :wave: – just reading your blog for yesterday!
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And brings tears to my eyes.xxx
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Awwww I know … I kind of half-dread Good Friday each year. And he did it for us, for me … that’s what is so a.maz.ing :yes:
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“Though we betray Him, though it is the night.
He meets us here and loves us into light.”
That’s the part that totally gets me…xxx
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Gilly, I would like to thank you for dropping in at my blog & leaving your comments. Your insights are valuable. I also enjoy your blog & especially reading the
Palm Sunday poem” & the comment for today, Holy Thursday.
Quite a few years ago, at the Holy Thursday evening service, the altar was stripped and bare, (the statues in the church had been covered earlier with purple covers.) and the church felt so bare & completely empty, even though it was filled with people. At that evening, I had one of my little boys with me, and as I rose to pick him up as our row of people was getting ready to join the procession out of the church, he began to cry and for some reason, his cry seemed so appropriate at that moment in time, he continued sobbing softly as I carried him out, down the steps and into the cold parking lot.
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What a beautiful story. And I have literally just come in from our Maundy Thursday Communion and the stripping of the altar. I can understand why your little boy might cry. It’s very powerful and moving.
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So true! ‘…the source of every sacrament.” For me…always the image of ‘washing the feet’.;) Hugs! x
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Dear to the hearts of deacons :yes:
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The washing of another’s feet is such a wonderful gesture, it’s so comforting, for the receiver and giver alike. A true act of deep love and humility!
I am blessed to be on the receiving end each and every morning from my wonderful Carer.
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Sometimes there’s as much grace in receiving as there is in giving xx
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I like that image a very humble thing to wash another’s feet love people who are humble it means they are kindly too 🙂
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Yes, I agree – it’s such important teaching about the nature of God :yes:
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Lovely……… the servant idea is a reminder to us all of how we should behave.
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Very much so :yes: … and as a deacon, I am supposed to encourage the church to embody servanthood …
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And tomorrow it is Good Friday.
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That’s so.
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