When the church is all about caring for the most vulnerable (as opposed to exploiting the most vulnerable and supporting the most powerful), it is at its best.
It’s this time of year, as a choir member, that Christ’s journey and love comes through as we walk through Holy Week: Tenebrae, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and then, at last, Easter!
I was at a “reading” of the stations of the cross last night in the remodeled garage that we call our church. Seven women and me, the thorn among the roses.
This church is in a less-than-affluent part of the city and some of the membership is barely literate. The congregation shared reading the stations. One woman whose reading skills are marginal was brave enough to volunteer to read the text associated with one of the stations. I felt honored that she felt comfortable enough with us to get up in front of us to speak.
She misspoke and read “womb” instead of “tomb.” That put a whole new perspective on the Resurrection for me.
FreyjaRN Premium Member over 1 year ago
My glasses must be dirty. My screen’s blurred.
Dobber Premium Member over 1 year ago
Go tell it on the mountain, Leo!
cdward over 1 year ago
When the church is all about caring for the most vulnerable (as opposed to exploiting the most vulnerable and supporting the most powerful), it is at its best.
dflak over 1 year ago
Q: Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior?
A: No, I’ve accepted him as everybody’s savior.
Chris Dunford Premium Member over 1 year ago
thank you, I love this strip.
ladykat over 1 year ago
I love Brother Leo.
jango over 1 year ago
And a HAPPY EASTER to you as well, Mr Marrin.
listmom over 1 year ago
It’s this time of year, as a choir member, that Christ’s journey and love comes through as we walk through Holy Week: Tenebrae, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and then, at last, Easter!
tung cha cha cha over 1 year ago
Holy (Maundy) Thursday Jesus gave his disciples the commandment: “To love one another as He had loved them.”
dflak over 1 year ago
I was at a “reading” of the stations of the cross last night in the remodeled garage that we call our church. Seven women and me, the thorn among the roses.
This church is in a less-than-affluent part of the city and some of the membership is barely literate. The congregation shared reading the stations. One woman whose reading skills are marginal was brave enough to volunteer to read the text associated with one of the stations. I felt honored that she felt comfortable enough with us to get up in front of us to speak.
She misspoke and read “womb” instead of “tomb.” That put a whole new perspective on the Resurrection for me.
soaringblocks over 1 year ago
Patrick, you’ve done it again. I wish everyone would read this strip.