Yeast in us

Making bread
on Good Friday,
adding yeast
to all the ingredients.

Small flakes about to work
Large miracles.


He spoke, "It is finished,"
and it was over.
Maybe the women cry
as they prepare the evening meal
and the men, feeling lost,
take up fishing again.
All wonder what just
happened.

The dough is kneaded again and again
making pockets to give space
for the yeast that
makes the dough rise and
Slowly, with time,
The dough does
Rise.


 

They will make their way
to the tomb
in three days
but, in the meantime,
the yeast is doing its work.

Jesus,

Be the yeast in us

pushing and stretching

in the pockets of our being,

Making your way into

Each cell.

Rise up in us every day and

Make us your bread for this hungry world.

(Yeast has a powerful ability to change things!)

X, Christ for us

Maundy Thursday, Good Friday

What words have I to say
When on this evening we remember
How you served us -
     washing our feet,
How you fed us,
     giving us bread and wine that meant something more?
And the only job you gave us was
To love. Love one another.

What words have I to say
When on this afternoon we remember
How you, the Christ
(with an "x" - a cross - even for your name),
Serve and feed us still on that wood.
And, what of your command to love?

My God, what have we done?

Today from the cross on which we put you
(hunger, war, hate, injustice, waste, greed)
I hear your cries directed at us,
"Why have you forsaken me?"

Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison.