Monday… as the hosannas fade

Found this on Roddy’s blog …a reflection for Monday…after the palm branches are discarded and the hosannas fade:

Something has changed in the air

There is some noise
lacking
that is normally there

A city scape of sound:
people living,
stalls selling,
children calling,
deals being done.
But in the noise,
silence has broken out.

It’s like something in the city is holding its breath
like the heartbeat at the centre
pausing for a moment,
hesitating…

The Temple!

…and then all hell breaks loose:
the noise rushing to fill the vacuum of silence
with the crumple of a table
snagged in a glance of anger,
the snap of a doves wings
as she makes her escape from shadow into light,
the roar of coins across the old slabs
uncaught be scrabbling hands.

But this disturbance
isn’t the kingdom moment.

That was in the silence before,
when the heartbeat paused,
sensing,
something has just changed.

Picture is ‘threshold’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr

Dust and broken alleluias…

A meditation from Mucky Paws …for the day we enter Jerusalem.

The story is told
in dust and broken alleluias
of the saviour Jesus moving towards Jerusalem
and a hill with a cross

Such a journey is always long
lent stretches too far sometimes
each footstep heavy with memory
each breath caught by hesitation

but on the way
we have broken bread
and poured wine
and we will bless with water

My friends
this journey will pass, the darkness and the suffering too,
but these signs will not
for they proclaim the order of God

that which will always be:
the heavens are full of the glory of God
Love can never be defeated by that which passes away
even as we find God amid dust and broken alleluias.

Quiet Advent

It is a time of whispers
of rumours and echoes
angels are unfurling their wings
stars are dancing new steps
and the universe is drawing breath
for now we live in the waiting time
Let the darkness gather
let the seasons change
let the nights draw in
to their darkest moment
the light is on it’s way
so come now
be a blessing to the frantic and worried world
come now
and find space
silence
stillness
for God is slipping into skin
and restless in the womb
It is advent …

A wonderful Advent liturgy from Mucky Paws which I first posted back in 2008. I used it this morning at the end of the service.

I love the imagery – rumours of angels and stars… God slipping into skin… coming again to a frantic and worried world.

The title (Quiet Advent) is a little ironic for me as my voice is vanishing fast – not good in a week with a wedding (tomorrow) and recording my radio slots (Tuesday)… hey ho!

I slipped a copy of this liturgy into the back of my folder for the service in the hope that I would have enough voice left to read it before the benediction! (I did – just).

I am now tucked up at home trying not to talk too much – the radio recordings can be postponed… the wedding – well not really!! I am coming to the conclusion that (at this time of year particularly) every minister needs an understudy!!