This is not a horror movie

The journey continues.  We learned a big word in seminary:   anamnesis.  Amnesia is its opposite.  In Holy Week, we remember again and make real the final events of Jesus* life. We celebrate the Eucharist tonight, which will be the first Eucharist again.  We hear again, and for the first time, the command to love one another, the mandatum, and make it a physical remembrance and reality by washing each other*s feet.  It will be different, yet the same, this year.  This should not come as a surprise, for each one of us is different, yet the same, this year, from last year.  The journey continues.

I*m not one for horror movies.

They*re not worth the price

Of the ticket.

Heck, they*re not worth it

For free.

There is always enough

Real stuff

That scares me almost witless.

It springs from closets,

Leaps in the dark,

Lurks.

Sometimes it even grows in the dark

Like mushrooms.

There is enough real stuff

 Plenty scary.

I aim to come at it

With my eyes wide open,

See what*s there,

Take a spade, unearth it

Like worms;

Walk the path

See hear feel

All the details

All

The details.

I aim to walk it

With eyes and ears and heart

Open.

This is no horror movie.

I*m not one for such things.

They*re not worth the price

Of the ticket.

This is the real thing.

I pay as full a price for the ticket

As I can,

I know It will never be enough

So I walk it,

Pay attention to as many details

As I can.

This Week

Is real,

Different and the same

Every year.

Real.