Today’s poem focuses upon the Cross, and the complacency that so many of us of us have towards it because of its familiarity – and an encouragement to re-engage with its mystery:
you hold my stare, reflect it back.
your unfathomable eyes, like the blackest
draw me in, draw me deep.
As we were preparing the video material for this, Stephen drew our attention to a small/quiet Cross in Durham Cathedral, that many don’t notice – the sabachthani cross… see him in front of it in this video, and earlier in the series, he reflected that there are also many people that we don’t notice… (again, this was done in front of the cross).
At Spring Harvest final Big Top celebration this morning – the Cross that had been there all week, appeared to come more sharply into focus as we prepared for communion …
and I still remember the beginning of the week, when a cross covered in denim jeans pockets was placed, and people encouraged to place the things that got in the way of their confidence into the pockets – literally on the cross…
And check out this video:
#Do1NiceThing: Put spare change in a charity box // still remembering my Tearfund charity box..
Maggi (in Giving it Up) encourages us to spend time at the Cross … there’s a time for mourning (which are today/tomorrow), and then Sunday we celebrate the resurrection. A powerful discussion of religious art, and the way that it encourages us not to engage with the true pain of the crucifixion, and what a torturous method of death it was [I’m thinking of Mel Gibson’s The Passion].. and to check out the work of Brazilian Sculptor Guido Rocha ‘The Tortured Christ‘.
Christianity is not comfortable, conventional or respectable – and can be painful – are we prepared to take this on?
Twice this week, I’ve partaken in a mini-‘drama’ in which we hold our arms out in a Christlike pose, and look down at the crowds below, to the left/right to see the other’s hanging there, then up to God, then down with ‘It is Finished’ – powerful – and surprisingly painful to hold your arms up – so the thought of how powerful that would be with no chance to put arms down with nails driven through… that’s still resonating with me as I approach home via a long train journey…
There’s a number of people posting what #eastermeans to them on Twitter over this weekend – I’d encourage you to join in, and share ..