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it is time...

Holy is the week...
Holy, consecrated, belonging to God...
We move from hosannas to horror with the predictable ease of those who know not what they do.

Our hosannas sung, our palms waved, let us go wtih passion into this week.
It is time to curse fig trees that do not yield fruit.
It is time to cleanse our temples of any blasphemy.
It is time to greet Jesus as the Lord's anointed one,
to lavishly break our alabaster and pour perfume out for him
without counting the cost.

It is a time for preparation...
the time to give thanks and break bread is upon us.
The time to give thanks and drink of the cup is imminent.
Eat, drink, remember:
On this night of nights, each one must ask, as we dip our bread in the wine,
'Is it I?'
And on the darkest of days,
each of us must stand beneath the tree and watch the dying
If we are to be there when the stone is rolled away.

The road to Easter morning is through the unrelenting shadows of that Friday.
Only then will the alleluias be sung; only then will the dancing begin.

- Ann Weems, "Holy Week"


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