“Woman,” he said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she sad, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher)
THE DANCE OF OBEDIENCE
Strike up the great orchestra of your designs
Wherein everything you allow
Sends its strange music
Into the peace of your will.
Teach us every day to dress
Our human condition
In the dancing gown you love to have us wear
Adorned with all its details, like so many priceless jewels.
Make us live our life
Not like a game of chess, where every move is calculated,
Not like a contest, where everything is difficult,
Not like a math problem, which makes our head hurt,
But like an endless celebration, where our meeting with you is
Constantly new,
Like a ball,
Like a dance,
In the arms of your grace,
In the universal music of love.
Lord, ask us to dance.
We, the Ordinary People of the Streets by Madeleine Delbrêl.
PRAYER
Lord, you created and placed our ancestors in the garden. You grieved for our sins in the garden. You, again, meet us in the garden. This is the first Easter after the tsunami and the nuclear disaster. Lord, reveal your presence to the people of Fukushima in your love today with your promise to turn their land into a garden of hope.
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