Tenabrae Shadows

Tonight our church is having a Tenabrae service.  This may not seem that special to a lot of people, but it is to us because we don’t normally have these kinds of services.  For us a return to tradition is deeply significant, because it means we are acting not out of habit but out of true desire and devotion.  I’m working on a short reading to give in the first triplet of scripture reading.  It’s still a little rough, but here goes:

If I were a disciple, I imagine, I would be endlessly devoted

I would sit at his knee day and night

I would center my life around memorizing his words

clarifying my memory

Asking questions and learning answers

casting aside every shadow

living in his pure light

I imagine myself head on his lap

Eyes to his eyes

Lips repeating every word, breath, rhythm, glance,

Until our souls were intertwined

I would devote myself to writing his story

Explaining to the world who he was

I would never hear him crying  in the distance

I would be at his side

I would never deny him

I would be like a bride

I imagine these things

And then look at my life

The days that have passed without reading his story

The nights that go by without prayers into my pillow

The weeks and months that dwindle without devotion

And I wonder

Would I be the one to deny, to betray?

Would I be the one to look the other way?

Would I be the one who slept through his darkest hour?

In the garden, in the garden,

Would I realize the time, or let it pass away

into the cold ground

Into history

Distracted by myself?

5 thoughts on “Tenabrae Shadows

  1. You know…You might find this an absolutely rediculous thought. But here goes. I believe that each person in the story of Jesus did the role intended. They did exactly what Jesus wanted and were true to God by their deeds.

    Relax while I follow through..

    You see, each in the denial, the betrayal, the doubt.. served a purpose. The purpose to teach us all. It made Jesus’s story all that more powerful. That no man is above these things in his weakest hour. And that God loves us inspite of ourselves and our weaknesses. We can learn from our mistakes and grow.

    The story of Jesus had so much more power with this added to it. It made his sacrifice far more significant.

    I think people miss this. They only see the outcome of what happened, and not the wider picture of it. For we each have or own role to play in life. Even if at the time it seems it isn’t such a good one.

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