Tag Archives: Holy Week
Jesus’ body is removed from the cross
Thy body and Thy blood, O Word, Thou has offered at Thy crucifixion for the sake of all: Thy body to refashion me, Thy blood to wash me clean; and Thou has given up Thy spirit, O Christ, to bring … Continue reading →
Jesus is nailed to the cross
Christ’s Passion by Mary Karr Sure we’re trained to his suffering, sure the nine-inch nails, and so forth. And the cross raised up invoked the body’s weight so each wound tore, and from his abdomen a length of gut dangled … Continue reading →
Jesus falls
Descending Theology: The Garden by Mary Karr We know he was a man because, once doomed, he begged for reprieve. See him grieving on his rock under olive trees, his companions asleep on the hard ground around him wrapped in … Continue reading →
Jesus takes up his cross
Untitled (An ancient Celtic prayer for sleep) O Jesu without sin, King of the poor, Who were sorely subdued Under the ban of the wicked, Shield Thou me this night From Judas. My soul on Thine own arm, O Christ, … Continue reading →
Jesus is stripped of His clothes
May Jesus’ Death Be My Life (a prayer) O Christ Jesus, may your death be my life, your labor my repose, your human weakness my strength. -Blessed Peter Faber, SJ (from Hearts on Fire, Praying with Jesuits) “Jesus is stripped … Continue reading →
Jesus is condemned to death
The Binding by Cathy Song We love them more than life, these children who are born to us. How did Mary endure it? It was more than she bargained for, the white lily light, the passive acceptance of the sacred … Continue reading →
Welcome to Holy Week
As we walk through Holy Week together, I’m going to take a step back from our typical Mama:Monk fare. Instead, I’ll be continuing the tradition I began last year, daily offering you a piece from the series of icons my … Continue reading →
A Prayer for Palm Sunday
O Lord Jesus Christ, who on this day entered the rebellious city which later rejected you: We confess that our wills are just as rebellious, that our faith is often more show than substance, that our hearts are in need … Continue reading →
