The God Who Lives Sermon by Cynthia A. Jarvis April 12, 2009, Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill I Corinthians 15:12-19 John 20:1-18
though it was two thousand years ago. And you did not return, O Savior and Teacher. They marked me with your sign and sent me out to serve. I put on the burden of ecclesiastical robes And the mask of a benevolent smile. People come to me and force me to touch their wounds, Their fear of death, and the misery of passing time. Could I dare to confess to them that I am a priest without faith, That I pray every day for the grace of understanding. Though there is in me only a hope of hope. There are days when people seem to me a festival Of marionettes dancing at the edge of nothingness And the torture inflicted on the Son of Man on the cross Occurred so that the world could show its indifference. |