Today at LOGOS*, the teens did a modified Stations of the Cross. . . holding crosses they had picked from my stash (ask any pastor - when it comes to crosses, we’ve all definitely got stashes of them) . . . each leading the rest to a place in the sanctuary of their own choosing . . . sharing the reading and prayer . . . assuming some interesting body positions, like lying face up at the foot of the cross, itself lying across the front steps at Word of Faith . . . and entering our own tombs by lying face down under the chairs, side by side . . .
We talked about lots of stuff today . . . but it was in the psedo-tombs, lying down like kids hiding their heads and believing they can’t be seen, that we each most revealed ourselves . . . and what surprised me most – we all, even me, imagined not Jesus in his tomb, but ourselves in our own tombs – some felt comfortable, peaceful even, while others felt anxiety, sadness, and even joy.
We emerged from our tombs a little bit quieter, a little bit wiser . . . and we all agreed that when we’ve got something serious to discuss, we’re going back to the tombs – our safe space in a world often gone mad – just a few chairs aligned in a sanctuary in the middle of a small town somewhere in America.
Was it the chairs? Or the people beside us?
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LOGOS is a ministry geared towards children of all ages that meets once a week after school.
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