Maundy Thursday

Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God,  rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist.  Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the [...]

Holy Wednesday

“Is it I, Lord?”
This is the question the disciples asked Jesus when he announced someone would betray him.  What an incredibly insightful question; they each knew, or at least feared, they had the capacity to betray their Lord.  They had been following him for a while, they had seen every miracle and listened to every [...]

Easter Quotes

Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death with death
Eastern Orthodox hymn
Easter would hardly have been, for two thousand years, the spring and center of Christian life and prayer, would hardly have provided the focus of Christian worship and the form of Christian hope, if the word Easter were simply the name of something [...]

Good Friday

No matter how much I try to write a Good Friday post, I can’t seem to muster up any good thoughts. For one thing, this day confuses me. How am I supposed to feel? Happy? Sad? I know how to feel on Christmas or Easter day, but in this day [...]

Holy Thursday

And as they were eating, he took bread, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to them, and said, “Take; this is my body.” And he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, and they all drank of it. And he said to them, “This is [...]

The Triumphal Entry

Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!
Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem!
behold, your king is coming to you;
righteous and having salvation is he,
humble and mounted on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
I will cut off the chariot from Ephraim
and the war horse from Jerusalem;
and the battle bow shall be cut off,
and he shall [...]

The Death of the Son of God

Who has believed what they heard from us?
   And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
For he grew up before him like a young plant,
   and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
   and no beauty that we should desire him.
He [...]

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the [...]