Thursday, April 5, 2007

Dearest God,

Thursday of Holy Week. Time shifts like sand; tonight I will bend down to wash feet.

The Holy Thursdays in my life have been very important. I never miss them unless I'm sick. I want to be among the company who dines with the Master, walks to the cross with your son, and rises early to hear the Good News. Faith is serious business. It means God is alive...in me.

Master,
may my own journey
be that of Christ.
May I feel
your tender hand
as I hold
the feet
of your pilgrim people.
May my own soul
be cleansed
as I wash
my hands
at your altar.
Fill me with your Spirit
so I may
offer Jesus
in the Communion.

Humbly, Andrea