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“Vigil” The evening and the morning are the first day. After darkness and the silence of God in the death of Jesus Christ, a new day breaks and the shadows flee away. The light shines on a great mountain that fills the new earth. The light gleams green in the garden of God and blazes…

Every individual situation is different, the solutions to many problems are complex, the responsibility for the way things are should be parceled out in several directions, and boy do things stink. But I am still left wondering. From the point of view of a prevailing viewpoint in academia that sees religion as a needless accessory at best…

    The events of Holy Week sound the depths of human existence. Helplessness and sacrifice, patience in tribulation, despair and hope, sit side by side.     One poem above all others captures the combination. Henry Francis Lyte wrote it in 1847 and set it to music while he lay dying of tuberculosis.

“Vigil” This God loves and redeems all creation. This God says, Look, I make all things new. This God plucks us from the waters of chaos and sets us on the Living Rock.