I have just printed the vigil booklets.
…and then realised that I forgot to change the readings to Year A.
Enough trees have died this week. I confess and apologize now to anyone alert enough to notice.
the work of the people
So, the vandals have come.
I’m sorry the church has been damaged.
I’m sorry the congregation were distressed.
I’m sorry the children are so bored and isolated that destruction seems fun.
But their timing was superb.
the letter of the law
I failed to communicate again.
‘We leave in silence’ is not a sufficient rubric for Maundy Thursday. It simply led to everyone stopping outside the church door to chat after the morning service.
Next year — ‘we disperse without speaking’ perhaps?
Or — ‘You are a frightened disciple. Flee.’
recurrent miracle
Each year I forget that the tradition on Palm Sunday is to let the gospel preach itself.
Which means that each year, when I suddenly remember, there is great rejoicing.
And for my fellow procrastinators: if you haven’t yet printed your dramatic readings for tomorrow, check out this site, where pdf files are ready and waiting for you.
wonderful exchange 