conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

Don't lose any opportunity, however small, of being gentle toward everyone. Don't rely on your own efforts to succeed in your various undertakings, but only on God's help. Then rest in his care of you, confident that he will do what is best for you, provided that you will, for your part, work diligently but gently. I say "gently" because a tense diligence is harmful both to our heart and to our task and is not really diligence, but rather over eagerness and anxiety...I recommend you to God's mercy. I beg him, through that same mercy, to fill you with his love. - Francis de Sales


In Praise of Boredom #unco16

Posted May 17, 2016 @ 6:00pm | by Tripp

Twitter was alive this morning as the #unco16 stream took flight. I was tuned in enjoying the various tweets about coffee and Jesus and why it's so hard to do things. Most things. And then it happened. Someone tweeted about Star Wars and Church...specifically how Star Wars is much more exciting than Church and how we need to get people as excited about Church as they are about Star Wars.

What? So I tweeted an UNCO appropriate retort.

Then David Hansen, one of my favorite technicolor hight top wearing Lutheran pastors in Texas, responded.

And from there we were tweeting our thoughts on boredom and attentiveness and excitement. Is boredom a kind of engagement? I think so. We didn't hit "entertainment" but I wanted to bring that and pornography into the conversation. But as UNCO is a family show, I stepped back from that precipice.

The Rev. Hansen and I decided to take the conversation to our blogs.

You can read David's post here. These are my two cents. Maybe three. 

I have a son. He's just over 13 months old now. He likes to do lots of things. Most of the things he does require adult supervision lest he lick an electrical outlet or jab himself in the eye with something one would not imagine jabbing in one's eye. Yet, there he is. So, adult supervision must be constant.

I love my son. There are thousands of pictures of him on social media that attest to my total devotion to this kid. And sometimes being with him, reading that same book again, playing with DUPLOS, and all the glories of toddlerhood bore me. I get bored.

And I praise this boredom. Why? Let me tell you.

1. It reminds me that my son and I are not the same person with the same needs. It reminds me that we're distinct from one another. I've found this to be key to parenting thus far. Again, he's thirteen months old and I don't know much, but I have learned that he isn't me.

2. It reminds me to dig in. So often when I get bored, I have to ramp myself up. So, I engage excitedly. I tickle EP. I blow his belly. This is for me, not for him. Then I remember to breathe and take it down a notch. Excitement is not the antonym to boredom. I'm not sure what is, but it ain't that. When I get bored, I am reminded to dig more deeply, to stretch, to grow with EP. And to memorize yet one more children's book.

3. It reminds me that I have limits: limits of patience, creativity, mental acuity, and even compassion. All of these limits will be stretched or my limitations augmented some other way, likely through the wider community we call friends and family.

So often we think George Lukas or maybe Steve Jobs present better models for the Church to emulate because they are so good at engaging people. And they are. No doubt. They are excellent at it. But in both cases, these guys are trying to sell you something for a profit. They may *also* be trying to change the world in some positive way, but they are also trying to make money. They want to grab your attention for just long enough to buy in. That's all.

The Church, well, we're talking about eternity. And we're often talking about things that cannot be solved by blowing up a fully operational battle station or communicated from your spiffy pocket computer. So, to use some liturgical or programmatic equivalent of the blockbuster film doesn't serve the message.

Or does it?

We have to make room for boredom, for boredom from our congregants, from our pastors and priests, from our musicians. We have an entire body of spiritual literature on "dry times" in our prayer lives. They come.

We are called to see them through. Praise boredom. Don't shun it.

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A Quick Update

Posted May 10, 2016 @ 1:38pm | by Tripp

It's been a little while since I updated the old blog. I've been stuck in social media writ smaller of late. Facebook and Twitter present themselves as more urgent concerns. Also, many of my people are there. Still, the blog deserves more of my time and likely Facebook and Twitter less. Instagram is always a joy, though. 

Ah, Instagram. 


The Very Hungry Caterpillar: a reading by #Mixtape

A video posted by Tripp Hudgins (@anglobaptist) on


So, here is what I know and where I am. I finally submitted something that might pass for a draft of my dissertation proposal to my advisor. It's lackluster, but worth plodding through. I'm still keen on forms of liturgy like rock concerts and festivals and how one might analyse them liturgiologically. Yes, that's a word. 

The thesis goes something like this: In this dissertation, I argue that communities of ecclesially estranged believers are repurposing familiar and creating new liturgical forms through gatherings more commonly understood to be concerts or festivals. The liturgical intent behind the musicking events makes these same events liturgies. By situating these events as evangelical liturgies and analyzing them through an ethnomusicological lens, I will demonstrate that such musicking events are more than "liturgical" but are themselves liturgies performed by people estranged from their evangelical communities utilizing opportunities to gather to meet a felt liturgical need. 

So, yeah. There it is. 

In the meanwhile, EP is a growing boy. A ton of fun and getting more mobile with each passing moment.

ABSW is going through some tough times with the passing of our President, Dr. Paul Martin. We've tapped an interim and all of us are having to pull extra duty until the dust settles. Relatedly, I'm getting a cohort of recruiters together. The candidates have been presenting themselves. I'm enjoying the work. We'll be at Wild Goose Festival again this summer. I have been tapped to serve as the Liturgical Coordinator again. 

Lastly, I'm trying to get to a digital pedagogy workshop in August. Again, there's a lot going on this summer. I'm hopeful most of it will prove fruitful and I'll even squeeze in some time to write. The dissertation always seems to fall to the side. Alas. 

Like everyone who has ever done this work, keeping the dissertation front and center is the challenge. 


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The Linoleum Effect

Posted April 6, 2016 @ 2:19pm | by Tripp

Many years ago I studied martial arts. Taekwondo, to be precise. My teacher had many pithy sayings that I remember to this day. One of my favorite sayings was actually more of a concept than a saying. He would talk about “the linoleum effect.”

It goes something like this: as you learn new things it is common for the things you learned earlier on to become rusty. We forget the foundational skills as we learn more advanced skills. Like linoleum, what we previously studied seems to roll up behind us. We have to then turn around and once again give our attention to the things of the past; old skills, familiar ideas, or, as I presently understand it, the reasons we were doing anything we do in the first place.


I’ve taken this discipline very seriously over the years returning again and again to the ideas and practices that got me in this PhD/music/pastor mess in the first place. Lately, this discipline has been revealing itself as a desire for a lute.

That’s right. A lute. What?


The thing that got me into music and church and religious studies in general was the sound of what some call “early music.” Thomas Tallis, William Byrd, Monteverdi, de Lassus were the composers who captured my imagination and nourished my soul. The Hillier Ensemble, The Baltimore Consort, and The Kings Singers were constant companions while my friends were up to their eyeballs in grunge.

If Dave Grohl had only been a lutanist…


At any rate, here in middle age I find myself a novice many times over. I am a student, a new parent, and a recent confirmand in the Episcopal Church. There’s so much to reconsider. There’s so much linoleum rolling up behind me.

At the same time, I am not a novice. I am bringing much to bear on these new endeavors; years of work and practice.

Lately, I have been considering what needs my attention most. Where can I nurture new growth among the old growth?

What are the new practices for a new foundation? How might I shore up the old?

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Are There Any?

Posted March 27, 2016 @ 3:39pm | by Tripp

Are there any who are devout lovers of God?
Let them enjoy this beautiful bright festival!
Are there any who are grateful servants?
Let them rejoice and enter into the joy of their Lord!

Are there any weary with fasting?
Let them now receive their wages!

If any have toiled from the first hour,
let them receive their due reward;
If any have come after the third hour,
let him with gratitude join in the Feast!
And he that arrived after the sixth hour,
let him not doubt; for he too shall sustain no loss.
And if any delayed until the ninth hour,
let him not hesitate; but let him come too.
And he who arrived only at the eleventh hour,
let him not be afraid by reason of his delay.
For the Lord is gracious and receives the last even as the first.
He gives rest to him that comes at the eleventh hour,
as well as to him that toiled from the first.

To this one He gives, and upon another He bestows.
He accepts the works as He greets the endeavor.
The deed He honors and the intention He commends.
Let us all enter into the joy of the Lord!

First and last alike receive your reward;
rich and poor, rejoice together!
Sober and slothful, celebrate the day!
You that have kept the fast, and you that have not,
rejoice today for the Table is richly laden!

Feast royally on it, the calf is a fatted one.
Let no one go away hungry. Partake, all, of the cup of faith.
Enjoy all the riches of His goodness!

Let no one grieve at his poverty,
for the universal kingdom has been revealed.

Let no one mourn that he has fallen again and again;
for forgiveness has risen from the grave.

Let no one fear death, for the Death of our Savior has set us free.
He has destroyed it by enduring it.
He destroyed Hell when He descended into it.
He put it into an uproar even as it tasted of His flesh.

Isaiah foretold this when he said,
"You, O Hell, have been troubled by encountering Him below."
Hell was in an uproar because it was done away with.
It was in an uproar because it is mocked.
It was in an uproar, for it is destroyed.
It is in an uproar, for it is annihilated.
It is in an uproar, for it is now made captive.

Hell took a body, and discovered God.
It took earth, and encountered Heaven.
It took what it saw, and was overcome by what it did not see.

O death, where is thy sting?
O Hell, where is thy victory?

Christ is Risen, and you, o death, are annihilated!
Christ is Risen, and the evil ones are cast down!
Christ is Risen, and the angels rejoice!
Christ is Risen, and life is liberated!

Christ is Risen, and the tomb is emptied of its dead;
for Christ having risen from the dead,
is become the first-fruits of those who have fallen asleep.

To Him be Glory and Power forever and ever. Amen!

The Easter sermon of John Chrysostom (circa 400 AD)

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I Am All Astonishment

Posted March 22, 2016 @ 4:42pm | by Tripp


It's been an astonishing Lent. Nothing I have experienced is quite like incorporating this new person into our lives. Especially into our religious lives. #EP will be baptized at the Great Vigil of Easter surrounded by those whom he may never remember as time passes, but who love him no less.

There will be Godparents Manifold and they give me such hope for who he may yet become. Tonight, I'm pondering All The Ponderables again as I slowly gain cognitive traction on what the dissertation could be about. Beauty. Authenticity. Musical signs and symbols. It's all liturgy, so we may as well get to it, no?

This Lent I gave up my @anglobaptist Twitter feed. This blog will be retooled (Continued kudos to Trevor and the gang at Space2Burn for their curation.). Sonic Theology is on @Medium now and if all goes well, there will be a soonish. Yes, I'm looking for writers. I'm in conversation with Wild Goose about the summer. I passed my comprehensive exams; #occupycomps has become #occupydis. I have been named the Bogard Fellow at Church Divinity School of the Pacific. Most recently, I am teamed up with some friends in hot pursuit of a grant to do some fun work that dovetails nicely with my dissertation work. I've been oblivious to the process. It's like walking in the high grass. I'm just waiting for something to give.

Trish has been working her ass off for The Aurora Theater and Bay Area Children's Theater this year. She's gifted and hard working. As we constantly re-negotiate how we manage our little family, she inspires me with her passion and commitment to Make Things Work. 

And now to Holy Week. I've a Maundy Thursday sermon to write. Beauty, love, and the complexities of loving like Jesus loves in the midst of all of our own loves. God is in our loving. Now what? 

Y'all give me hope, O Intertubes. Thanks for all you do. 

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Sonic Theology

Posted March 19, 2016 @ 1:56pm | by Tripp

So, I've started a Medium publication: Sonic Theology. Take a gander if you get a chance. 

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Bob Jones Is Your Spirit Animal: On Christian Higher Education

Posted February 13, 2016 @ 10:50am | by Tripp

Daniel Kirk (someone I respect and, dare I say, love) is a distraction and, to make things worse, I am easily distracted. He wrote a post about the death (or mortal wounding) of Christian Higher Education, Jack Levison responded, and Daniel countered. I am now completely derailed from writing my comprehensive exam essay.

So, to get myself back on track, I offer this brief response to his response to the response to his post from using a little tidbit from my essay on Güngör. 

Often, and sometimes with great vigor, a "Christian musician" will proclaim that they are just a musician who happens to be Christian. Such a claim is usually predicated by some complaint about the Christian music industry as being banal and rife with mediocre talent. The bubble that the "Christian music" industry created insulates mediocre talent from the greater talents (various and sundry) of the wider global music industry. Such logic, for example, is part of why U2 did not sign with a Christian label. Such logic is why some claim Sufjan Stephens to be a Christian artist while others say he is an artist who happens to be Christian. Such logic is why when Amy Grant "switched genres" she was called a musical Jezebel by her enraged Christian fans. 

There's a post on the misogyny of the entire Christian Contemporary Music Industrial Complex out there somewhere. Find it for me? Thanks. I'd appreciate it. 

At any rate, Michael Gungor of Güngör fame penned then deleted and then discovered it has been resurrected a now-infamous screed about the Christian Music Industry. In it he offered:

The point is that the industry that labels things as Christian and sells them to you has far more to do with marketing than Christianity. They are marketing to the mixed bag of values that has created the Evangelical Christian subculture. It’s a mix of some historically Christian values, some American values, and a whole lot of cultural boundary markers that set “us” apart from “them.” This sort of system makes us feel safe and right, and it makes some of its gatekeepers very wealthy and powerful.

The effect is then the filtering down of this subculture to people that don’t necessarily want to think through the viability of every one of these boundary markers, but in their simple desire to belong to what they consider the good guys, they acquiesce to the rules handed to them. At least in public. 

Gungor accused the culture makers of fear, dishonesty, and of killing all hopes of creativity. It was a busy day for him. 

Let us let Christian music be analogous to Christian Higher Educations, shall we?

Harvard was founded as a seminary. So was Yale. Heck, so was the little liberal arts school I attended back in the day, the University of Richmond in Richmond, VA. The cultural history here is essential, but I'm going to trust you and your imaginations to walk with me here. 

Somewhere along the line, a small subgroup of American society began to use the word "Christian" as a modifier for everything they did. In the process, they created the illusion of safety and isolation for their followers. The power-holders sheltered their children from such evils as feminism, Punk Rock, Pabst, gravity, and quantum mechanics. Many still blame Darwin to this day, but that's bunk, too. 

Let me sum up.

There is just Higher Education. Any modifier that narrows the potential scope of inquiry such as "Christian," especially if that modifier is all wrapped up in a cultural power struggle, immediately undermines the very project that is Higher Education. Please note: I include STEM in this. But that's another post. 

Daniel is right to push and moan and grieve. But where he's wrong, and I offer this with all the charity my addled heart can muster, is assuming that any institution of Christian Higher Education is anything more than a small bubble of protective pedagogy managed by power-mongering ner do wells wrapped in a myopic view of scripture and so-called Christian culture. 

It enrages me to watch my friends wrestle and recover from the sins of the powerful. 

Of course, Gordon, Wheaton, SPU, and even Notre Dame are conservative. Of course they are. They were built to protect impressionable young people from the unclean world Jesus died for. They were established to create a pure Christian, whatever that is, and to create a power base in American politics. 

There is no culture war. At least not in the way many have been told. There is no "secularization." Stop it. You're falling for one of the oldest power grabs in human history. Billy Graham owns a mountain. What happened? The Falwells own half of Lynchburg, VA. This is not "the blessing of the Lord." This is politics and rampant capitalism writ Jesusy.

There are just people. There is culture. There is society. There is Higher Education. 

Let's talk about that. Please?

Daniel, your grief is real. And I want to honor it. But you said, "Speak!" and here I am. I love you. 

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Please vote.

Posted February 11, 2016 @ 3:06pm | by Tripp

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A Quick #occupycomps Update

Posted February 10, 2016 @ 6:59pm | by Tripp

Okay. I can do this. One. Last. Essay. 

The Music of Emergence Christianity: Michael Gungor's “The Creation Liturgy” 

    Genre-defying musician, Michael Gungor has received critical and popular acclaim from within and outside the Contemporary Christian Music scene. Gungor describes his music as "liturgical post-rock" as an attempt to name a kind of music that exists between the cracks of secular and sacred contemporary popular rock musics and pokes fun at the present day Christian music industry. In the process of navigating these complicated commercial and social realities, Gungor has sought creative "authenticity." His understanding of authenticity is musical, theological, and devotional rooted in negotiating the demands of his faith community as well as the Christian and secular musical industries. 

    This paper will analyze and critique Gungor's 2010 live album, "A Creation Liturgy" by interpreting the liner notes, album cover, and published interviews (videographic and print) as well as Gungor's book The Crowd, The Critic, and The Muse: A Book for Creators, and personal interviews held with Michael Gungor. Through this analysis we may come to a better understanding of the complex relationships between the music, musicians, and listening communities as they relate to the complicated concept of authenticity.


I. Introduction
II. The Crowd: Holy People
III. The Critic: Ambiguous Markets 
IV. The Muse: Mysterium Tremendum?
V. Conclusion

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Are you not entertained?

Posted February 9, 2016 @ 8:15am | by Tripp

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Saved by A Hot Lick

Posted February 8, 2016 @ 11:44am | by Tripp

Here I sit and here I ponder. Here I scribe and here I wonder. Can enough be said that says the things yet unsaid? Can I write All The Things in such a way where only the few words on the page insinuate what is not written? Brevity is the scholar’s bane. Relatedly, since when did forty pages become “brevity”? And yet, here we are. 

Sonic Theology rests on my desk. The introduction taunts me again. What is the theological language that the protestant Christian West employs to describe it’s musicking? There is no single language, to be certain. But this does not mean that there is no language. Far from it. We are theological polyglots where our musicking is concerned. Implicit and explicit meanings careen around our sanctuaries and from our head phones every minute of every day without so much as a “howdy do.” We love to music. We love to make the meanings. All of ‘em. Even the ones we don’t like as long as they sound good. 

“My style is real Lightnin’ Hopkins lowdown blues. I call it hard classic blues, stompin’ blues, railroad smokin’ blues.” – Beverly “Guitar” Watkins.

Say it with me: Penal Substitutionary Atonement is not good theology unless you are playing slide guitar and then, damn, son, but that’s a hot lick and if Jesus didn’t save me from my own damned self, I’d still be in that ditch. The sounds save the words and then our own salvation is revealed to us. 

I hate it when the sounds prove me wrong about the words. 


The eye of the great God be upon you,
The eye of the God of glory be on you,
The eye of the Son of Mary Virgin be on you,
The eye of the Spirit mild be on you,
To aid you and shepherd you;
Oh, the kindly eye of the Three be on you,
To aid you and shepherd you. 


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Sermon: Transfiguration Sunday

Posted February 6, 2016 @ 11:04pm | by Tripp

A sermon given on the last Sunday of Epiphanytide, often called Transfiguration Sunday, at All Souls Episcopal Parish in Berkeley, CA. You can listen to it here.

Do you hear voices?
Can you tell fiction from reality?
Do you hear voices?
Have you seen the visions?
What drives you from the mountaintop into Jerusalem?
What are you going to do along the way?
Heal someone.
Care for a stranger’s child.
Reconcile with your neighbor.
Love your enemy.

I think we’re going to need more scripture if this is going to happen. So, let’s back up a little in our Gospel reading and pose a question: What sayings? “After these sayings,” it reads. So, what sayings?

Luke writes:

The Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, chief priests, and scribes, and be killed, and on the third day be raised." Then [Jesus] said to them all, "If any of you want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose their life for my sake will save it. What does it profit them if they gain the whole world, but lose or forfeit themselves? Those who are ashamed of me and my words, of them the Son of Man will be ashamed when he comes in his glory and the glory of [God] and of the holy angels. But truly I tell you, there are some standing here who will not taste death before they see the kingdom of God." Now about eight days after these sayings, Jesus took with him Peter and John and James, and went up to the mountain to pray.

Oh. Those sayings.

I see.

No wonder Peter, John, and James go to the mountain to pray with Jesus. “Where does he get this stuff?!” They must have been concerned for their friend and teacher.

So up the mountain they go. And, in a bit of literary foreshadowing, they fall asleep while Jesus is praying. The Passion of Christ is being lifted up before us in this story and in Jesus’ sayings.

I invite us to use our imaginations to listen for what Jesus, Moses, and Elijah were talking about up there.

I imagine Jesus filling the other two in somehow.

“Yeah. I told them what I have to do. All of it. The whole thing. I’m not sure they get it yet. Everyone is still talking about when I turned water into wine. I went back home and my old neighbors tried throwing me off a cliff. This is going to be much harder than I imagined.” Looking to Elijah, Jesus asks, “How did you do it?”

“I didn't. Not at first. First, I went into hiding, remember? I hid in a cave.” Moses nods. He offers a stuttering response to Jesus' question, “I did it barefoot. And it took forever.”

We cannot kid ourselves. This is the glory of the Lord and it isn’t easy. There is light, and there are clouds, and from the clouds emerge a voice. “Listen to him,” it demands. Encourages. Insists.

The magical realism of the Gospel comes alive for us today. And it’s just what we need for what comes next in our story. We need the magic of the Gospel to give us courage to do the work of the Gospel. Otherwise we’re likely to try to freeze time in order not to move forward in response to an encounter with God.

Instead, we build something.



Honors and who knows what. These are examples of the very temptations Jesus faced in the desert.

His friends tempt him.

This isn’t an example of the problem of building churches (unless you are also tempting Jesus to stay here and not go to Jerusalem). It is an example of the all to frequent human habit of trying to capture a moment.

This is coming from the guy with several thousand pictures of his son. Every moment gets its own digital tabernacle. Every time the glory of God is revealed, I post something on Instagram. So, I say this with some authority. I’m trying to freeze time.

But Jesus wants us to see it through instead. He doesn’t want us to build something. Not yet. We’re not ready yet. Not yet.

We won’t be ready until after Easter,
until after the whole thing is revealed and we have come to believe
that the story of God,
of the exodus,
of the prophetic witness,
of the Messiah
is the story of Jubilee,
of healing,
of peace making,
of reconciliation.

The first thing Jesus does when he comes down off the mountain is heal someone. A child. So let’s let’s follow that moment.

According to The National Center for Children in Poverty, “More than 16 million children in the United States - 22% of all children - live in families with incomes below the federal poverty level - $23,550 a year for a family of four."

It doesn’t take a lot of imagination to guess where the effective poverty line is in a place like the Bay Area.

There’s a Jubilee to be had. There’s no doubting that.

Recently in Nigeria, Boko Haram burned 86 school children to death. We must find justice. Are there not enemies to pray for? Is there not peace to be made?

Do you hear voices?
Can you tell fiction from reality?
Do you hear voices?
Have you seen the visions?
What drives you from the mountaintop into Jerusalem?
What are you going to do along the way?
Heal someone.
Care for a stranger’s child.
Reconcile with your neighbor.
Love your enemy.

We carry the memory of a sound with us. “Be not afraid.”

“Listen to him.”

Play it again and again in your memory. Make it part of your spiritual soundtrack. Embrace the magic of the mountain top and the healing of the child. Don’t split them apart. Hold them together. See that it is the same God in Christ Jesus who reveals the Glory of the Holy Spirit in this way.

Of course, this is hard. It’s so difficult that Jesus’ own disciples cannot do it. Jesus calls them faithless. We have a frustrated Messiah, to be certain. But his frustration shows us again why we need to get our acts together before we raise a memorial.

Do you hear voices?
Can you tell fiction from reality?
Do you hear voices?
Have you seen the visions?
What drives you from the mountaintop into Jerusalem?
What are you going to do along the way?
Heal someone.
Care for a stranger’s child.
Reconcile with your neighbor.
Love your enemy.

Then we can ask...

What happens next? What happens after the work of healing and reconciliation? Where do we go?

We go to the cross.

Having picked up our own crosses in the form of healing and blessing and reconciling with one another, praying for our enemies and making peace, we go to another hill top. We go to Golgotha.

And the tomb.

Only then will we go to Resurrection.

Only then can we make our song “Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!”

Lent is upon us, Friends of God.

Tuesday we will dutifully (one hopes joyfully) eat our fill of pancakes or gumbo. Fasting doesn’t make sense until there’s a feast, you know. But then Ash Wednesday will be upon us and we will remember the dust. We will remember over the course of weeks the journey that is Jesus’ walk to Jerusalem for we too are on that same journey. We too are caught up in a passion.

But first, let us come down from the mountain top. There is healing to give and receive. There is peace to make. There are enemies to pray for, to love. This is the Jubilee of the Lord. 


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