To be Remembering Children.

A midday sky swathed in black hung heavy over the expanse You spoke into existence.

The noontime sun relinquished it’s proper place and succumbed to the threatening dark.

And the veil which kept You hidden and mysterious split it’s seamless self

as You exhaled

one last

time.

The death of the Divine is too baffling for us to comprehend, Good God.

But we’re good Bible students, Lord. And we know the rest of the story.

So today we do not weep; in fact, anticipating the next, we hardly pause long enough to finish this chapter in the redemption narrative.

We are the people for whom the rooster crows. Even today, this day of remembrance, we betray ourselves and prove again to be a forgetful lot.

Today they strapped You to a tree, and all we can think of is that we have no classes.

So would You wake us…

Startle us in the deathly silence of today. Give us the forbearance to leave the liturgy incomplete in these hours; to let the certainty of life linger latently on our tongues and not be spoken …

yet.

Grant that we may grieve this day, and in doing so, become Your remembering children once more.

We pray in the name of the Dying One, even Jesus,

Amen.