It's Holy Week this week. So along with playing my "What was Ellen doing one year ago today?" game with the Gregorian calendar (In case you're wondering, I was watching them build the casetas or booth things for la feria de Jerez and also watching a centipede, según mis fotos.), I'm also playing the "What was Ellen doing one liturgical year ago?"
One liturgical year ago, I was in Taizé, France. Taizé was one of those experiences that is pretty incomprehensible initially, but keeps growing in richness as I look back on it. Here's part of a snapshot from my time there. That's part II. There's also a part I and a part III, but don't get overwhelmed. They are not prerequisites for this entry.
Anywho (not a real word), because it is Holy Week and because I wish I could observe it as thoroughly as I did last year, I want to take some time and space to meditate on how completely counter-intuitive it is that Jesus died on the cross. My friend Eric recently pointed out that we should maybe spend more time thinking about this in church. But it's uncomfortable, and who wants to be uncomfortable?
So, I'm going to actively try to do that now, I think. Since you are reading this, you are in some way part of my virtual community and I invite you to do the same. If you are needing some guidance, I like this website. Otherwise, sit with the silence and with the questions for a while. (This is advice to me maybe more than to anyone else.) Jesus remained silent in the face of his accusers. May we have the courage to remain silent in the face of ours, even if they are simply our own thoughts.
Much love.
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