Opening Prayer:
Power of Love, shining through the risen Jesus, radiantly shine in the dark places of my pain. Let their power to infect me be broken and drawn into your heart. (Feed My Shepherds by Flora Slosson Wuellner)
Psalm for the Week: Psalm 80
Scripture for the Day: Luke 24:1-12
Reading for Reflection:
There
was one resurrection; there are four narratives of it. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John tell the story,
each in his own way. Each narrative is
distinct and has its own character. When
the four accounts are absorbed into the imagination, they develop rich
melodies, harmonies, counterpoint. The
four voices become a resurrection quartet.
Yet many people never hear the music. The reason, I think, is that the apologetic
style for years has been to “harmonize” the four resurrection stories. But it never turns out to be harmonization. Instead of listening to their distinctive
bass, tenor, alto, and soprano voices, we have tried to make the evangelists
sing the same tune. Differences and
variations in the resurrection narratives are denied, affirmed, doubted, and
“interpreted.”
There is a better way. Since we
have four accounts that supplement one another, we can be encouraged to
celebrate each one as it is, and to magnify the features that make it distinct
from the others. Instead of melting them
down into an ingot of doctrine, we can burnish the features that individualize
them.
When we do that, our imagination expands,
and the resurrection acquires the sharp features and hard surfaces of real
life. Through the artistry of the four
evangelists, the particularity and detail of local history, the kind we
ourselves live in, becomes vivid. (Subversive Spirituality by Eugene
Peterson)
Reflection
and Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Arise, My Soul, Arise
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Arise, My Soul, Arise
Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears:
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the Throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.
He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for ev'ry race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die!
My God is reconciled;
His pard'ning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father!" cry.
Closing Prayer:
O God, who by your One and
only Son has overcome death and opened to us the gate of everlasting life;
grant, we pray, that those who have been redeemed by his passion may rejoice in
his resurrection, through the same Christ our Lord.
Amen.
~Gelasian Sacramentary
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