Jesus, remember me

​The Thieves Legs Are Broken, James Tissot, Wikimedia Commons
 
Jesus, each of us is both the thief who blasphemes
    and the one who believes.
I have faith, Lord, help my lack of faith.
I am nailed to death, there is nothing I can do
    but cry out: ‘Jesus, remember me
        when you come with your kingdom.’

Jesus, I know nothing, I understand nothing,
    in this horrific world.
But you, you come to me, with open arms,
    with open heart,
    and your presence alone is my paradise.
Ah, remember me
    when you come with your kingdom.

Glory and praise to you, you who welcome
    not the healthy but the sick,
you whose unexpected friend is a criminal
    cut off by the justice of men.
Already you are going down to hell and setting free
    those who cry out to you:
“Remember us, Lord,
    when you come with your kingdom.

Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew, b. 1940, Archbishop of Constantinople
Prayers Encircling the World: An International Anthology
 
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Luke 23:39-43 

One of the criminals hanging beside him scoffed,
    “So you’re the Messiah, are you? Prove it by saving yourself—
      and us, too, while you’re at it!”
But the other criminal protested, 
    “Don’t you fear God even when you have been sentenced to die? 
     We deserve to die for our crimes, 
    but this man hasn’t done anything wrong.” 
Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom.”
And Jesus replied, 
    “I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.”

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Question

In what ways are you like both thieves who were crucified alongside Jesus?

Prayer for Holy Saturday

Lamentation of Christ, Andrea Mantegna, via Wikimedia Commons

Today a tomb holds him who holds the creation in the hollow of his hand; 
    a stone covers him who covered the heavens with glory. 
Life sleeps and hell trembles, and Adam is set free from his bonds. 
Glory to your dispensation, whereby you have accomplished all things, 
    granting us an eternal Sabbath, your most holy Resurrection from the dead.

What is this sight that we behold? What is this present rest? 
The King of the ages, having through his passion fulfilled the plan of salvation, 
    keeps Sabbath in the tomb, granting us a new Sabbath. 
Unto him let us cry aloud: Arise, O Lord, judge the earth,
    for measureless is your great mercy and you reign forever.

Come, let us see our Life lying in the tomb, 
    that he may give life to those that in their tombs lie dead. 
Come, let us look today on the Son of Judah as he sleeps, 
    and with the prophet let us cry aloud to him: 
You have lain down, you have slept as a lion; 
    who shall awaken you, O King? 
But of your own free will you rise up, 
    who willingly gives yourself for us. 
O Lord, glory to thee
 
Mattins, Holy Saturday, Orthodox
The Oxford Book of Prayer slightly modernized
 
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The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph 
    and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. 
Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. 
But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment.

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waiting prayer for Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday by Roxolana Luczakowsky via Facebook
 
 
This is the hardest time to pray:
after the drama and catastrophe,
before the angels and the big reveal.
The passion, the agony, the desperate grief
have given way to numbness
and absence
in this time in between.

God seems to be offstage,
preparing for the final scene,
taking care of ancient souls in other worlds
or clothing the hidden, broken body
in resurrection glory.

So let our prayer this day be plain
and to the point:

May God be with us in the waiting,
and may we wait with hope,
today
and every time in between.

Amen.

 
Kerry Greenhill, Methodist Deacon and Minister
 
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As evening approached, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, 
    who had himself become a disciple of Jesus. 
Going to Pilate, he asked for Jesus’ body, and Pilate ordered that it be given to him.
Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, 
    and placed it in his own new tomb that he had cut out of the rock. 
He rolled a big stone in front of the entrance to the tomb and went away. 
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting there opposite the tomb.

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