a kind of vulnerability

Palm Sunday

We often think that vulnerability is a kind of weakness,
but there’s a kind of vulnerability that is actually strength and presence.

Holy Week has begun in very different way this year. There were no palms to hold on Palm Sunday, no parades as we sang hosanna.

This year we face a challenge new and risk-filled. A virus! Unlike one we have ever faced before. Our need for protection, our need to be separated from one another put many of us in front of screens in our homes- be they computers or televisions – it was the way we gathered for this first day of Holy Week. The prayers, the readings and music were all familiar. Our spirits stretched to reach a common, sacred place. 

It is easy to feel vulnerable. Outside of our doors there is a real sense of threat and much is unknown.

On Palm Sunday we are reminded that vulnerability is not always about weakness. The actions taken by Jesus speak to strength and courage. He entered Jerusalem, knowing it would ultimately cost him his life. He went into that city looking triumphant but he knew he was vulnerable and so he entered strong and present.

Holy week has begun in a very different way this year. Like all the people who waved palms of welcome and hope as Jesus entered Jerusalem, we cannot see the future. We can only breathe in this moment, with prayer and gentle patience  


Quote: Ram Dass

Be Still


Quote- Ram Dass

Headed home

20121126-004540.jpg

We’re all just walking each other home.
Ram Dass

The quote from Ram Dass is simple yet clear. The path laid before us is filled with twists and turns only to return us to the place where we began – home. Perhaps this home is lost in our memory right now but never in our hearts.

From its beginning people join us along our journey. Each has something unique to offer. We are blessed by their stories and companionship.

Often we forget that we ‘walk’ this road. Then something or someone reminds us. Presently I am acutely aware of the path back to ‘home’. Humbled I am on a journey with a friend who is approaching the end of her life. She talks about her journey nearing its end – her home closer and her comfort as she moves toward this destination. Few words are needed on this portion of the journey. Stories are shared and honesty is our guest.

So often we imagine chaos and confusion during this time and there are moments when anxiety can create these feelings. But more often than not the walk is simple and rich with the grace of our great Creator’s presence.

If only we could live with the knowledge of this journey before us. There would be much more patience and kindness all around us.