come with Jesus to the lynching tree
we stand aside and nod
good thing it wasn’t you or me
but just some lamb of god

we sing our hymns we know them well
we sing our righteous songs
and so we send that boy to hell
for that will right our wrongs

some people weeping in the street
they cry the lynching tree
but we can’t quit the judgment seat
the way it has to be

the boy is dead lay out the pall
it’s finished move along
but how come he forgives us all
before we know it’s wrong

how come the god we slight and say
that it’s all right to kill
the god who died comes back our way
and loves us loves us still

it looks so dark the lynching tree
so dark for you and me
but here’s the strangest thing I see
a bud upon that tree

         
         

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         If I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet,
         you also ought to wash one another’s feet.
                  —John 13.14

Lord, what was it like to wash Judas’ feet,
on your knees, with such tender kindness?
         An act of love, not irony.

What is it like to so humbly serve me,
to kneel at the feet of my failure and betrayals,
to welcome and wash and soothe me
as if I am your master?
         Pure love, without demand.

Give me this love, this gentle humility,
to wash the feet of those who oppose me,
to treat them with tender kindness,
to seek always to be closer to you,
on your knees below us all,
         serving in perfect love.

         Love one another, as I have loved you.
                  —John 13.34

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Into all I am afraid will cast me away from you,
into all guilt and pain and unworthiness,
Jesus climbs like slipping into my skin.
Into all thin loneliness, all rage and flame,
into my worst ugliness, my most horrific evil,
Jesus enters and makes a home.
My violence, my failure, the little pieces
of the soul I was given Jesus gathers in his arms.
My whole self he fills, his wine in the chalice of me.
He enters that dark chasm between me and you
and becomes it,

and there is no chasm, no darkness
that is not you.

This assaults all I know. It must not be.
Whether or not I am forgiven
I am not ready to receive it.
I push him away, the you of him, the him of him.
I kill him again and again.

Again and again, he comes to me
and says my name

until I die in your arms.

         
         

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         
                  
How handy that we have
in the battlements of our faith
this rack of shields:
that Jesus was sent to die,
that this is as it should be,
your eternal plan,
and it was long ago,
and it was not us.

But it is not your plan.
It is my travesty. My injustice.
I crucify you.
My fear betrays you,
my bitterness whips you,
my controlling nails you up.
My race shoots yours,
my consumption exploits you,
my comfort abuses you,
my nation devastates yours.

O God, this terrible cross
is not yours but mine.
I built it. I impose it.
Yet you die on it,
suffer my injustice,
and forgive.

How can I not cry out for justice
in horrified gratitude,
in holy longing,
at the foot of my cross,
my savior,
my God?

         
         

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         Christ, though godly,
                  did not cling to divine status,
         but in complete self-emptying
                  accepted the life of a slave,
                  a humble human,
                  vulnerable and mortal,
                  subservient even to death on a cross.
                           —Philippians 2.6-8

Gentle God,
your Jesus faced profound evil
and confronted injustice and violence
not with great force,
but with humility, powerlessness and love.
Give me the Spirit to live as Christ,
the heart to love,
the courage to forgive,
the trust to surrender my light to this world,
asking nothing in return.
I abandon all entitlement.
I empty myself of all willfulness
and seek your willingness alone.
Make me a servant of your grace.
Give me the deep humility
to serve, not to get my way,
to bless, not to win,
to love, only to love.
I pray in the name
and the humble spirit
and the encouraging presence of Christ.
Amen.

         
         

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         The stone that the builders rejected
                  has become the chief cornerstone.
         This is the Lord’s doing;
                  it is marvelous in our eyes.
                           —Psalm 118.22-23

Jesus is not an underdog,
neither an unfortunate, unwitting dupe
nor a small, plucky hero who will get out of this.
No, he chooses this damnation.
Whom we reject God embraces.
Whom we condemn is God,
the least of these.
The leper, the prisoner, the quiet,
the misfit, the queer, the lonely,
the battered, the raped or impoverished
we judge and expel.
They are the Divine among us.
When we do not love them
we do not love God.

What we are afraid of, what we hate the most,
this is Christ on his little donkey.
He will be our king.

The criminal element our own hearts,
the anger, the fear, the lust for power
and for having things our way:
God is there, seeking our mercy.
The sorrows, the weakness,
the great, heavy unknowing:
this is Christ, entering the city.

The mercy we reject, the forgiveness,
the nonviolence and compassion
we forego for the sake of our anxiety,
the love we deny
God makes the foundation.
The holiness we forsake
God builds into our souls.
Even the death we cause
God makes the empty grave of our faith.
The Christ we crucify,
God will make our Lord.

It is the Holy One’s doing;
it is marvelous in our eyes.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         “Hosanna!
         Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
         Blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David!
         Hosanna in the highest heaven!”
                  —Mark 11.9-10

Jesus presents some street theater,
the new life enacted among us.
People love it for the moment,
but the Powers will have him killed,
and he knows it. He has a week to live.
How’s he going to create a kingdom?
One week. How’s he going to change the world?

He comes on a donkey. He talks. He heals.
No power, no strategy.
Really, not even a kingdom.

No plan but this: just
love people, and forgive them.
Share a meal. Wash their feet.
Love them and forgive them.
And trust God with the rest.

That’s it. No other power, no plan.
Just love and trust God,
who takes our love
and heals the world with it.

This is jesus’ faith:
Do what you can. Do it with love.
Bless and heal and forgive along the way.
And trust that’s good enough for God.
It was good enough for Jesus.

Facing your trials, dealing with conflict,
confronting injustice, small as you are:
do what you can, do it with love,
bless and heal and forgive,
and trust God.

That alone will change the world.
That alone will save.
Watch.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         “Hosanna!
         Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
         Blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David!
         Hosanna in the highest heaven!”
                  —Mark 11.9-10

“Hosanna!” “O, Save!”
Once a desperate cry for help,
became a confident cry of praise.
Because the One we cried to
did save. And will save.

And who is this who saves?
The Humble One, riding on a donkey,
the Loving One, pouring himself out
for us.

Even as our mouths cry out for triumph
and our hands grasp for power and glory,
they will not save us.
Our hearts know this,
even as they prepare to betray and deny:
only love will save us.

Hosanna!
O Love, you who save us
from all that we want,
to you alone
we give our hearts.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
      
         Rejoice greatly, O daughter Zion!
                  Shout aloud, O daughter Jerusalem!
         Lo, your king comes to you;
                  triumphant and victorious is he,
         humble and riding on a donkey,
                  on a colt, the foal of a donkey.
                           —Zechariah 9.9

Here comes Palm Sunday.
We will wave our palm branches for Jesus,
our King, our Savior, riding on a….
really, a donkey?

Yes, in the tradition of the ancient prophets,
Jesus mocks our love of domination.
The ruler of the word comes riding a tricycle.
It’s not just a gesture. He means this.

He will mock our pompous judgments,
mock our unblinking trust in violence,
catch us taking ourselves so seriously.
He will not fall for our adulation.

He makes foolish our wisdom, overturns
power and sovereignty. Look how he turns
the world upside down and confused
and afraid we hang on, waving palms.

This is how he will be our king.
He will give away his last meal.
He will be humiliated, be wrong and and weak,
for our sake he will be what we hate the most.

Because he can.
Because he is greater than all that.
Because none of that matters.
He will show us how little it matters.

Ride a donkey through our pride.
Wash our fickle, kicking feet.
Die of our own embarrassment.
And count to three.

         
         
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve

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         Cast me not away from your presence,
         and take not your Spirit from me.
                  —Psalm 51.11

         I pray:
God, it is I who cast myself away.
Call to me.
Don’t be so quiet and patient with me;
I am dense. Shout.
Draw me with irresistible forces.
Bring me home
by means of earthquakes and strong winds.
Do not ask me to come home:
break my resistance. Capture me.
Pick me up like Dorothy in the tornado.
Overthrow me. Claim me.

I know you claim me and accept me and serve me.
The only question
is whether I will accept you, and serve you.
The hard thing about faith
is always questioning my own faithfulness.

         And you answer:
I will not force you.
You are already overwhelmed.
You are already home.

You are here.

Beloved, here.

         
         

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