Today begins the long week of the church year that we call Holy Week.
It’s the culmination of this walk toward Jerusalem that we take with Jesus every year…and every year it’s called Holy Week.
Even when some years the week seems holier than others.
I remember my first Holy Week as a pastor. I spent most of every morning that first year coming early to the church to pray at the altar, with my prayer beads, being faithful to the hours as best I could.
This year, though, I spent this morning coming early to the crib of my son, with cheerios in hand, being faithful with breakfast as best I could.
And now, having been up for just as long but involved more in holy play than holy prayer, I’m reflecting on the difference.
Sure, I’ll keep the hours as best I can today, being mindful of Terce, Sext and None (though I’m a bit behind on Terce already), but I’ll do my best.
In college I took a course where we read a book called Holy Things by Gordon Lathrop, a premier Lutheran theologian, pastor, and scholar. I took exception to the title back then. Newly out of my atheist phase, “things” weren’t holy…only God was holy.
I was an idiot.
Now I see that things are, indeed, holy. Bread, wine, water, yes…all of this.
And time mindfully spent. And icons mindfully written. Sermons, songs, prayers, hands, beads, stained glass, more prayers…mindfully said or not.
Holy does not mean “magical,” by the way. That’s nonsense. I don’t have time for nonsense…there are holy things to attend to.
No. Holy means “set apart,” or better in the Latin, sacrum. Sacred.
It’s funny, in my tradition we set things apart all the time. But I meet so many with my college mindset who think nothing is holy; nothing is sacred.
And yet these are the people who I so often hear willing to damn people and things: that divorcee is in the wrong; that homosexual is an abomination; that movie, the song, that video is a disgrace to God.
So willing to damn things…so unwilling to lift things up as holy because it all seems so much hocus pocus.
That, actually, is most of us much of the time, I think. As if our damning isn’t just as much the hocus pocus of personal opinion, prejudice, and the trappings of self-righteousness.
What makes a thing holy? I’d say it’s purpose seen in light of the Divine. The purpose of our time spent together, the bread, the wine, the water, the beads, the hands laid on to heal…
What makes a thing profane? I’d say it’s probably us. We so often take the place of God, damning people, places, and things in righteous indignation.
Progressive Christians do this, too. You don’t get off the hook…no one does. The sacred/profane line is thin. So thin, in fact, that some might say it is imaginary…
But today, on this Holy Monday whose purpose it is to further our walk to Jerusalem as we lean toward Maundy Thursday, hear that time is set apart today for you to reflect on God’s work in your life, God’s purpose for your sacred existence, for the sacred existence of your neighbor, and this world.
And that purpose is not to damn you or any of it…
So spend a little less time doing that, and a little more time honoring things as sacred.
That, at least, is what I’m meditating on these hours.