A Different Kind of Detour

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Rush Hour on Orchard Street, near Victory Field

Traffic was a mess on Orchard Street this afternoon, as filming trucks took over one side of the street. Various side streets were blocked off, and neighbors were standing in the lovely sunshine trying to get a glance at a celebrity. Charlize Theron’s new TV series was shooting it’s pilot in a beautiful house on Church Street. Very cool to have this happening right here, but it did mean the daily commute was disrupted, people were rerouted, and folks had to step out of their normal routine.

While this was happening, I was down the street at Church of the Good Shepherd with other folks preparing to disrupt people’s lives in a different way. We were taking stuff out of the attic, cleaning up basins and pitchers, making room in the fridge for a deluge of food,  cutting and pasting together worship bulletins. We were preparing for a three-day disruption we call the Triduum: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and the Easter Vigil.

The Triduum (which means “Three Great Days”) is disruptive. Going to church three nights in a row means not doing a lot of others thing. It forces us off the couch, off the internet, out of the bar, and into the presence God and the serious questions we face when we are hanging around with God. Hearing the story of Jesus’ trial and death at the hands of political and religious authorities reroutes our assumptions about our own implication in injustice in our own day. Hearing Jesus forgive his accusers and choose against violence in the face of violence puts traffic cones in the path of our assumptions about just desserts. The unexpectedly empty tomb on the third day detours our hopelessness onto a path of halting wonderment and hope.

By noon on Sunday, we will be totally exhausted. Distruption knocks the socks off of us, physically, spiritually and emotionally.

But I can’t wait.

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About amymccreath

I'm a pastor and mother who loves to make connections between people, between ideas, and between stuff we label "sacred" and "secular." I aspire to be like a Cedar of Lebanon in the midst of the changes and chances of life, but like most folks, generally find that I can really only navigate the tumult hand in hand with others. Good coffee helps, too.
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