On that day, Holy Friend, before dusty cloaks thrown onto even more dusty earth, before the powers’ posturing, before you washed your friends’ feet and sat at a table even with the one who would betray you and prayed in a darkened olive grove, before torture and death.
On that day, Holy Friend, you did what you had always done. You knew death was close, so you lived. You ate with someone no one else would eat with. You told stories. You kept moving.
On this day, Holy Friend, death is close. Teach us to live. Gather us with those we love and those no one else can love. Put your words in our mouths. Keep us on the road with you, taking the next step and the next and the next.
Jennifer Garrison Brownell serves as pastor at Vancouver United Church of Christ in Vancouver, Washington. She contributed to the Revgals book There’s a Woman in the Pulpit and is the author of the not-really-about-a-triathlon memoir Swim, Ride, Run, Breathe: How I Lost a Triathlon and Caught My Breath. She blogs at There Is a River.
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