Mike's musings

Christ is risen!

He is risen indeed! Hallelujah!

I attended Eucharist with my mother-in-law (Kate), Jojo and my niece Turtle. There was a bit for kids before the main sermon, and I was angered/saddened by the fact that the officiating priest just let the two kids stand in front of her, holding hands, just _waiting_ to be included, while talking to the children to the left, who were clearly known, and talking over the two little ones. They just stood there, hoping to be part of it, and were talked over. Literally.

What a message to send to two under 5s, and what a message to send to a congregation. I was fuming by the end, which really isn't how I like to finish an Easter service.

Labels: Easter, resurrection

Ipswich

Christ is the prostitute, the working girl, the hooker, the drug addict.

Christ is the john, the trick, the punter.

Christ is the policeman, the detective, the filth.

Christ is the journalist, the cameraman, the presenter.

Christ is the viewer, the reader, the listener.

Christ is the father, the mother, the sister, the brother.

God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, dies every time we sin. Every time we fail to live up to the promise that is in us, every time we reject Him/Her, every time we look the other way, every time we watch without seeing, every time we read without understanding, every time we hear without listening. God is always already there, in the sin, in the pain, in the dying.

But Jesus rises in every kind word, in every attempt to help, in every moment of empathy, in every tear, in every penny freely given, in every smile loosed.

Labels: Christ, death, Ipswich, murder, prostitute, rape, resurrection