I’m taking a class on the Gospel of Luke this semester, and one of my assignments is to engage in an ongoing spiritual practice related to that particular Gospel. So for the entire semester I am reading the Magnificat daily. It’s a passage that I’ve been drawn to in recent years, but it has been particularly illuminating to be dwelling on it during Lent this year, since it is typically confined to the Advent season. Somehow the triumphal language of the justice that God has already accomplished fits with the modern treatment of Advent as a celebratory season. But Lent is a season of penance, which puts an entirely different spin on the text.
I worry about avian flu. I worry that my identity is being stolen right this second. I check four times to make sure I turned the stove off. It's breathless, compulsive behavior.
When Ash Wednesday arrived in 2009, my recently diagnosed stage IV cancer had already reduced two of my vertebrae to dust. I feared that the rest of me wasn't far behind.
Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Luke 19:28-40
Joshua 5:9-12 (Psalm 32); 2 Corinthians 5:16-21; Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32
Isaiah 43:16-21 (Psalm 126); Philippians 3:4b-14; John 12:1-8
Isaiah 55:1-9 (Psalm 63:1-8); 1 Corinthians 10:1-13; Luke 13:1-9
Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18 (Psalm 27); Philippians 3:17-4:1; Luke 13:31-35
Deuteronomy 26:1-11 (Psalm 91:1-2, 9-16); Romans 10:8b-13; Luke 4:1-13
Jeremiah 31:31-34 (Psalm 51:1-12 or Psalm 119:9-16); Hebrews 5:5-10; John 12:20-33
Psalm 118:1-2, 19-29; Mark 11:1-11 or John 12:12-16
Numbers 21:4-9 (Psalm 107:1-3, 17-22); Ephesians 2:1-10; John 3:14-21
Exodus 20:1-17 (Psalm 19); 1 Corinthians 1:18-25; John 2:13-22