After Jesus had spoken these words, he looked up to heaven and said, “Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you, since you have given him authority over all people, to give eternal life to all whom you have given him. And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent. I glorified you on earth by finishing the work that you gave me to do. So now, Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had in your presence before the world existed.
“I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything you have given me is from you; for the words that you gave to me I have given to them, and they have received them and know in truth that I came from you; and they have believed that you sent me. I am asking on their behalf; I am not asking on behalf of the world, but on behalf of those whom you gave me, because they are yours. All mine are yours, and yours are mine; and I have been glorified in them. And now I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one, as we are one. While I was with them, I protected them in your name that you have given me. I guarded them, and not one of them was lost except the one destined to be lost, so that the scripture might be fulfilled. But now I am coming to you, and I speak these things in the world so that they may have my joy made complete in themselves. I have given them your word, and the world has hated them because they do not belong to the world, just as I do not belong to the world. I am not asking you to take them out of the world, but I ask you to protect them from the evil one. They do not belong to the world, just as I do not belong to the world. Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth. As you have sent me into the world, so I have sent them into the world. And for their sakes I sanctify myself, so that they also may be sanctified in truth.
“I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. Father, I desire that those also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory, which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.
“Righteous Father, the world does not know you, but I know you; and these know that you have sent me. I made your name known to them, and I will make it known, so that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them.” John 17:1-26
Maundy Thursday
The anxious, twisting place in my heart
the story is turning dark, I cannot stop it
life being made new with blood and scarifice
the childbirth of us all, one vessel torn in pain
the others loved so much, given life and breath.
Reenacting and consuming that last fateful supper
tearing bread, washing feet, scrubbing the bare altar
our drama is no match, our lives cannot compare
the One life given, through torture, abuse, the cross
we are reborn, yet we cannot look on the pain.
Entering the final passion, a dark tunnel of woes
we hear the ancient screaming, crucify, crucify
we who deserve the condemnation, sit by and watch
we linger in the shadows, we hide behind the rood screen
praying that we can survive this season of remembrances.
Easter is coming but never without the darkness
the breaking open, the turning hearts and heads
we ache to decorate, bright lively colors all over
we cannot look at our shame, the shame we have wrought
we can only kneel in gratitude, the eternal love is given.
The anxious, twisting place in my heart
the story is turning dark, I cannot stop it
life being made new with blood and scarifice
the childbirth of us all, one vessel torn in pain
the others loved so much, given life and breath.
Reenacting and consuming that last fateful supper
tearing bread, washing feet, scrubbing the bare altar
our drama is no match, our lives cannot compare
the One life given, through torture, abuse, the cross
we are reborn, yet we cannot look on the pain.
Entering the final passion, a dark tunnel of woes
we hear the ancient screaming, crucify, crucify
we who deserve the condemnation, sit by and watch
we linger in the shadows, we hide behind the rood screen
praying that we can survive this season of remembrances.
Easter is coming but never without the darkness
the breaking open, the turning hearts and heads
we ache to decorate, bright lively colors all over
we cannot look at our shame, the shame we have wrought
we can only kneel in gratitude, the eternal love is given.
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