This Sunday I walked into a new church. I’m not a stranger to church. But this was different. I wasn’t just visiting, I was looking.
The following Good Friday reading is from Henri J.M. Nouwen and has, nearly every year for the last twenty, given my imagination an image to fix onto approaching Easter: Christ’s body stretched across the sea of humanity, calling the wounded together. This post is entirely a re-posting of Nouwen’s writing. It is by far worth re-typing and re-reading and realizing:
“During the liturgy at Trosly [at L’Arche in France], Père Thomas and Père Gilbert…took the huge cross that hangs behind the altar from the wall and held it so that the whole community could come and kiss the dead body of Christ. They all came, more than four hundred people – handicapped men and women and their assistants and friends. Everybody seemed to know Continue reading “Gathering Humanity”