Our Holy Week reflections have been prepared by the Rev Dr Kathy Galloway
comes to gather us around the one true holy place of the Christian religion, Jesus himself, displayed to the world as the public language of our God, placarded on the history of human suffering that stretches along the roadside.
This is a week for learning not management, bargaining and rule-keeping, but naked trust in that naked gift.
I read these words of Rowan Williams’ some years ago. Since then, I have often thought about them. What is the public language of our God saying to us; what is Jesus saying to us, especially in this year of global health crisis and its resulting physical distancing for most of us, exhausting work and risk for some, and great loss and tragedy for others? These reflections take as their starting point a verse or two from the gospel reading for each day of Holy Week from the Revised Common Lectionary.
Click below for the audio recording read by Kathy:
Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there will my servant be also. Whoever serves me, the Father will honour. John 12,26
According to United Nations statistics, women do two-thirds of the world’s work. Most of this work is invisible to us; either because it’s far away in fields and factories on the other side of the world, or because we are so used to it that we simply take it for granted. But the coronavirus crisis has made much of this work more visible. Suddenly, we notice the work of carers, cleaners, health workers, teachers, shop assistants, mothers, precisely because their presence, or their absence, has brought home to us how much we depend on them. Unnoticed, their work poorly recognised; we can assume that this was the same in Jesus’ time.
All day they are in the house:
Mary and Martha, Joanna and Salome,
Susannah and all the others,
Baking bread, making ready,
Remembering together other meals,
By the sea, on the mountain, at Bethany….
And always hoping there will be enough to go round.
They move quietly in the space,
Between the lines of his story,
Making a ceremonial of love out of a festival meal.
From the beginning, they have served and shared,
Memories and hopes, dreams and visions, common friendships.
(from the poem ‘The Last Supper’ by Joy Mead)
Thank you for the women in your life
Not in the forefront of the story
but always there, following, constant,
giving us a different way to see you.
Thank you for the women in our lives,
caring without our even noticing,
in public places, in our homes,
our strong refuge.
It all adds up to two-thirds of the world’s work.
May God honour them,
And may we.
A full list of all Holy Week Reflections is available here: https://wellingtonchurch.co.uk/category/holy-week-2021/