We probably all sang this hymn yesterday (Palm Sunday).  “Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; bow thy meek head to mortal pain, then take, O God, thy power and reign.”   Thus began Holy Week,  the week that we must enter into in order to come to the fullness of Easter.

Sandy McCann will be leaving today for a remote village  with no electricity.  She will be there all of Holy Week.  She will preach and teach and take communion to lepers in the community.  Please pray for her safety and security as she will stay in a small room in the leper hospital.  Unfortunately her husband, Martin cannot go with her as he has to attend a conference in Dar es Salaam. 

At a clergy Quiet Day led by Bishop Marble this past Saturday he spoke of the awesome privilege and the awesome responsibility of being ordained.  Sandy and I agreed (via e-mail) that she being mostly a fund-raiser and I no longer serving a parish sometime forget that we are indeed ordained and sometimes we forget the “awesome responsibility.”  She will recapture that this week or at least she hopes to.  I will preach on  Maundy Thursday holding onto one of my “awesome responsibilities” to “interpret to the Church the needs, concerns and hopes of the world.”

There were 450 people at the Palm Sunday service in the village where Sandy preached yesterday.  The offering was 67,000 Tanzanian Shillings or $50.00 and 30,000 of that was from Sandy, Martin and Magi, a missionary from Georgia who works for the Bishop.   This is how pitifully poor the people are.  

I don’t know why God has put me in this place with these people but as Bishop Marble reminded us it is an awesome privilege.  I have no home parish but Jessie encourages me by saying that my church is now much larger.   Claude and I worship with the  good people of St. Thomas’ in Sanford, with the good people of St. Mary Magdalene’s in Seven Lakes and Jessie and I worship with the good people of Africa in Tanzania. 

Jessie will go through Holy Week in the Highlands of Scotland, lapping up God’s majestic scenery.  It is cold and dreary there she writes with snow on the mountains, but the pubs have roaring fires and she is recording all of this on her camera.  She can barely wait to get home to paint. 

I’ll be a roving deacon, sort of a “circuit rider.”  Wherever  you are, I will remember you as you too make this remembrance journey with Jesus.

“O Christ, thy triumphs now begin o’re captive death and conquered sin.”

Always with love and blessings,