Looking back at the Grow Christians pandemic posts for Maundy Thursday about the creative ways families shared this night’s ritual, part of me wonders if our church services can ever approach the intimacy of the footwashing done by family members for one another.
Maundy Thursday’s Pairing of Service and Celebration
The world is heavy with sorrow right now.This is not a season that requires take much imagination to ponder Jesus’s suffering on the cross.
Maundy Thursday’s Call to Love
Do you remember observing Maundy Thursday at home last year? It felt like a quaint, one-time experience to share with our households, then years later share as a story with future generations of the family. Except of course, it wasn’t a one-time experience. We’re here again a year later with another Maundy Thursday at home.
Slightly Frantic Liturgy
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.
Maundy Thursday: The At Home Edition
As this article is being written, I am on the 20th day being home with my husband, two small children, and my mother.
Preparing for Holy Week at Home
Palm Sunday will be here in just a few short days and I am not ready for it. I’m not ready for Holy Week as a priest, as a parent, or as an individual person trying to follow Christ. And yet, it’s coming.
Maundy Thursday: Vulnerability
Maundy Thursday offers a bookend of touch to Ash Wednesday: a touch on the forehead with ashes juxtaposed with the touch of hands, soap, and water on feet. These are fleeting moments of tenderness, thin spaces of vulnerability, connection.
Preparing Children for the Passion
It can be difficult for our children to the stories of Holy Week. Here are some tips for preparing children for the Passion.
As a recovering perfectionist, I know: there’s no perfect way to “do” Holy Week.
This Holy Week, God will be at work in us in ways we cannot yet ask or imagine.
Our Holy Week family traditions vary from year to year.
Hope is the word I’m clinging to during this Lent.