What love looks like

To Beautiful Savior, have an amazing Holy Week where God shatters all our delusions of control and instead shows us what true love looks like. So off to Jerusalem we go on a pathway of sacrificial suffering in hopes of truly understanding how God loves the world.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. (JFK)

A Palm Sunday poem

Now to the gate of my Jerusalem,

The seething holy city of my heart,

The saviour comes. But will I welcome him?

Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start;

They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing,

And think the battle won. Too soon they’ll find

The challenge, the reversal he is bringing

Changes their tune. I know what lies behind

The surface flourish that so quickly fades;

Self-interest, and fearful guardedness,

The hardness of the heart, its barricades,

And at the core, the dreadful emptiness

Of a perverted temple. Jesus come

Break my resistance and make me your home.

From Sounding the Seasons, by Malcolm Guite, CanterburyPress 2012