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March 28, 2013


I didn't know that (some) priests prostrate on Good Friday. That's a very powerful thing. In my tradition, we prostrate on Rosh Hashanah and on Yom Kippur, and it's one of my very favorite moments of the Days of Awe, always. I blogged about it several years ago: The Great Aleinu (2004.)

And I hear you on being immersed in the activities / melodies / experiences of the season, but not feeling it yet. May the remainder of Holy Week take you where you need to go.

Thanks, Rachel. I didn't know that rabbis did it either! I'll go back and read your post about this. And maybe write out what I said on the subject.

Yes I am in Mexico now and know exactly what you are saying.

One possible interpretation which I came up with right now: It's about embracing the longingness that it is to be a human being.

We (Me {atheist Jew} and 7 Christians made up our own Easter rituals over several days (5?7?), at Shalom Mountain Community in the Catskills, using the 5 (I forget what they're called) stages(?) - the dinner/garden,____, death, transformation, resurrection - something like that. We made up rituals, did journalling and artmaking/collaging and (I think) meditation; mostly being quiet except for time we took to design the rituals. I came up with 3 points in a triangle unconsciously on one piece of artwork - and later saw it was the Trinity. We all left aglow.

Beth, thank you for this post, so beautifully thought and expressed. Coincidentally I have just posted something about suffering, for Good Friday. It's been a while since I attended Holy Week services which I used to go to, as a non-convinced Catholic.
I absolutely share what you say about the Mexican (and Latin America in general) more emotional approach to religion.

This is lovely as a piece, and moving as a reflection on religion and ritual, especially the part about not connecting (yet). We had a Dharma talk here about "engaged Buddhism" on Monday, and what we didn't explicitly say but could have, and perhaps should have, said was that there are specific moments in ritual when we can recognize the need for change, and even our own complicity. One thing that draws me back again and again to Christianity is the powerful way that this can be made visible in the life and Passion of Christ and in the teachings of the Gospels. Several pastors and priests gathered today on the New Haven Green to commemorate those who have died trying to cross into the US (http://www.newhavenindependent.org/index.php/archives/entry/179_crosses/), linking Good Friday with social welfare and justice. Their action today seems very much in line with your own musings.

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