I'm not sure today is called Holy Monday but it is the Monday of Holy Week and is, therefore, Holy Monday. Great.
Last night at FULC, Amanda and Steve sang this, the most beautiful, most process song ever. I wish you could hear it; since you can't, just notice how much God is with you in these words.
In deepest night, in darkest days,
When harps are hung, no songs we raise,
When silence must suffice as praise,
Yet sounding in us quietly
There is the song of God.
When friend was lost, when love deceived,
Dear Jesus wept, God was bereaved;
So with us in our grief God grieves,
And round about us mournfully
There are the tears of God.
When through the waters wrings our path,
Around us pain, around us death,
Deep calls to deep, a saving breath,
And found beside us faithfully
There is the love of God.
These are words I've been waiting for. In our grief, God grieves. In our tears, God cries. When there is no music left in us, there is the silent song of God.
And would you know, it's even in the ELW. Not the same, hauntingly beautiful melody I heard last night, but those words are there. Those words I could not believe had been written by anyone but my own heart have been right there in my hymnal, all along. I've been wanting process theology to appear in my Lutheran life a little more obviously...I thought I was going to have to force it. But here we are. Hymn #699. Thank you, Susan Palo Cherwien, for your poetry that is new to me in this holy week.
Last night at FULC, Amanda and Steve sang this, the most beautiful, most process song ever. I wish you could hear it; since you can't, just notice how much God is with you in these words.
In deepest night, in darkest days,
When harps are hung, no songs we raise,
When silence must suffice as praise,
Yet sounding in us quietly
There is the song of God.
When friend was lost, when love deceived,
Dear Jesus wept, God was bereaved;
So with us in our grief God grieves,
And round about us mournfully
There are the tears of God.
When through the waters wrings our path,
Around us pain, around us death,
Deep calls to deep, a saving breath,
And found beside us faithfully
There is the love of God.
These are words I've been waiting for. In our grief, God grieves. In our tears, God cries. When there is no music left in us, there is the silent song of God.
And would you know, it's even in the ELW. Not the same, hauntingly beautiful melody I heard last night, but those words are there. Those words I could not believe had been written by anyone but my own heart have been right there in my hymnal, all along. I've been wanting process theology to appear in my Lutheran life a little more obviously...I thought I was going to have to force it. But here we are. Hymn #699. Thank you, Susan Palo Cherwien, for your poetry that is new to me in this holy week.