The weeks have rolled on
those austere, bleak weeks
of our Lenten observance.
We’ve journeyed with Jesus through the wilderness
felt the rub of sand on our feet as we traversed the desert
and again, as we emerged with him on the shore at Galilee.
We’ve marvelled at the things he did
and cringed at the things he said
one moment proud to step out beside him
the next, embarrassed to know him.
He’s been wild, free, tormented and cursed
sometimes all at the same time.
Oh we’ve had laughs,
laughs that burst our guts as he burst the disciples’ nets,
We’ve had our party times with him too,
even through this season of penance
How could we not party when we saw him eating, drinking,
So often there was a lightness in his step
a freshness that lifted us up
We’ve listened to his stories, marvelled at his miracles
Questioned our living
in the light of the way he showed us
And that’s all to the good.
But sometimes he got a bit heavy,
nudged us out of our comfort zones
challenged us to respond to his words
and not just passively listen,
goaded us to be different –
For the sake of the kingdom he said.
What kingdom is the question.
He’s said some tough things,
upset a lot of people
He’ll be lucky to survive with his life
never mind build a kingdom.
There’s definitely a change in the atmosphere now.
All the talk recently has been bizarre
Of death and darkness and destruction
But also talk of hope and newness.
The two simply don’t go together.
Still, the mood is changing
It ooks like we’re going to have the party of all parties
And then, who knows?
Liz Crumlish Feb 2010