Lenten Writing Project Reboot 2020! Writers' Reflections in the Wilderness of Lent
Words of Faith
Spirit to Spirit Writing Project
The word Lent comes from an old English word meaning lengthening of days. In Christianity, it refers to the time before Easter, traditionally observed through repentance and learning. It's a season to be intentional about changing and growing. Some people give up items to create space and time for new life and habits to grow. Instead of giving something up, I invite you to try to commit to answering these writing prompts each of the 40 days of Lent. The discipline it takes to set aside time each day to reflect and write about God and your relationship with spirituality is a journey that you will emerge from with a renewed spirit. Every writer has their own special voice to add to this project, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists, or through comments, prayer, and encouragement.
How do I participate?
Each day, a writing prompt will be posted. A prompt is a question or statement that is meant to inspire your thoughts in whatever genre you feel moved to write. Post your reflections as a comment under each day's prompt (for further instructions, see 'How To Post' on the right side of the page). It is up to you if you write, read, or pray along with us each of the 40 days of Lent or just drop in from time to time when the spirit moves you to participate. Writing regularly is a discipline that many writers struggle with and this is a way to involve that discipline as a Lenten practice. Through writing and leaving encouraging words for others in this project, we become a supportive spiritual writing community
Sunday, March 31, 2013
He is Risen!
Widor's Toccata
Jesus Christ is Risen Today
Flash mob of the Alleluia chrous by the Philadelphia Opera Company
I Know that My Redeemer Lives
Now All The Vault of Heaven Resounds
I sat watching the Easter service from St. Peters Cathedral with the new pope in charge. I think he is a good model but has it backwards.
ReplyDeleteI think we should take the Easter services we usually have and do them on Maunday Thursday. We should celebrate Easter with the washing of feet, in a prison, of people we reject. It would give us the kind of humility that we need for the work to be done. Otherwise Easter Sunday is just a self congratulatory procession and the Grand Inquisitor is still in charge. Doug
I agree Doug. Its too easy for the 'Jesus is risen' acclaim to become an 'our team has won' cheer. And that misses the point as I see it. Still, on we go together.
DeleteHear, hear, my brothers. Sharing this Lent with you has been another life affirming blessing. We can live out daily the gift Word Become Flesh has given. The plot of Jesus life will ever be a drama par excellence.
Deleteronaldo
Easter Eyes (Hymn Like)
ReplyDeleteNew Eyes, New Eyes
They saw with new eyes!
The stone was rolled
New Life was told
They saw with new eyes
Early on that morn,
Before the sun was bright
They went out to the tomb,
To do what was right
To tend to the body
To embalm the past
But the tomb was empty
His death did not last
New Eyes New Eyes
They saw with new eyes!
The stone was rolled
New Life was told
They saw with new eyes
Disciples heard the stories
Idle words they thought
But ran to see it anyway
And a lesson they were taught
Jesus came and loved them
And gave them peace once more
To all including Thomas
That they might love and soar
New Eyes New Eyes
They saw with new eyes!
The stone was rolled
New Life was told
They saw with new eyes
Today the Lord still comes
To free us from our tombs
To help us love our neighbors
And bind up all the wounds
To give us hope for newness
For reconciliation and for peace
To give us to each other
That we might find release
New Eyes New Eyes
We see with new eyes!
The stone was rolled
New Life is told
We see with Easter Eyes!
Well done indeed. Turf it to a composer!
Deleteronaldo
A Paean to Easter
ReplyDeleteCan it be our Lord is risen? Joy fills the air.
Love unbound o’ercomes sin’s dark despair.
Can He be, released from death’s dark prison?
New life unleashed afresh for all to share.
Myrrh scent drifts from the tomb.
Creation’s forever opened her womb.
Never again will sin’s power loom.
Our Lord unends death’s reign of doom.
Open heart, rejoice spirit, dance free in sunrise air.
Our smiling Jesus unbound by angels, ends despair.
Locked doors unshackled, faith takes on life’s dare.
God’s promise, eternal life for all no longer rare;
Witnesses of rebirth, doulas all, we hold up the truth.
Power breaks on grace’s joy, Jesus lives, forsooth.
Clear the debris this world collects ‘round our gospel booth.
Heavenly choirs on earth, sing out no painful lyric uncouth.
Followers, servants bring lifestyles based on grace.
Community values encourage love, justice embrace.
Accept this moment’s challenge leaving fear no trace;
Lift up life, an offering rich lived at a tranquil pace.
Open tomb, a doorway into the season of abundant alleluias.
For fifty days called to wonder, our version of the mullahs.
Faith’s garden verdant, colorful buds of spiritual petunias;
Creation filled blossoms rare or common, azaleas to zinnias.
Simple words lifted up with melody, rhythm, choral blend.
High harmonies extend from microspheres to highest heaven wend.
Spirits intricate symphony, love’s counterpoint every turn and bend.
Word Become Flesh now risen, a most poignant solo voice does lend.
Capture the wonder of this new day.
Embrace refreshing reality along the way.
Don’t hesitate to express our gospel lay.
God has triumphed, that’s the final say.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
31.3.13