Holy Week ~ Worth Dying For – Evening Vigil

Greetings Dear Reader,

One of my most sacred practices during Holy Week is that from Thursday evening to Sunday morning I do not ask God for anything.  He has given so much and we commemorate his most precious gift.  I still express worship, confession, gratitude and my heart.  I simply leave our supplication for a few days.

So tonight as I take up the last of my dark vigil I express words that are not to be heard as a request to the Father but rather a voluntary application.  I want to be all that these words say.  I wish to live, and move, and have my being in the Son.  Please Dear Reader spare a moment to ponder all that was in the balance this night before Sunday. 

All that we have is given by this grace, this mercy, this sacrifice.  All that we hope for hovers over the abyss whilst the tomb remains sealed and filled.  From the first keening wail of Abel’s blood in the sand to water and blood flowing from Christ’s side it has been death that ruled.  Tonight death can be defeated if we hold on until morning.  Look to the easy for that salmon colored dawn that reminds of the fulfilled promise. 

Keep vigil with me Dear Reader…

The Vigil – Kemper Crabb

Waiting for flame in eye of night, I am the fuel for your fire

Light calls ever unto light. Make me a fleshen pyre.

Touch my lips with the altering coal; leave your shining upon my soul.

Zion shall ever be my goal; Zion the telling of light.

Scanning the silence with inward ears; life is a listening.

Enfolded in echoes of timeless years; the Word comes whistling.

Build my being from your throat; meld my meaning with every note.

Wrap me round in an aural cloak, so I may truly hear.

Drawn towards destinies darkling kite, riven by reality

Riding the passion to terrible height, life upon death’s tree

Cause me to drink from the chalice of fire. Forge me anew in the heat of desire

Let me inhabit the holy empire and make war on the armies of night.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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