Showing posts with label Holy Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy Week. Show all posts

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Good Friday meditation

We spent Good Friday at the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center, in Cincinnati, Ohio. We've visited once before; this time I felt we were coming onto holy ground, as we approached.
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This cabin was along a slave trading route; its second story was used to house slaves until they were auctioned off, or transported further south.

A middle-aged man described its history to the group of school children filling the lower level. He choked up for a moment. When he continued, he explained that his ancestors were from Alabama, and they would have been slaves. "It always reminds me someone paid a price for me to be here."





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A woman who called herself Miss Sadie described the elements of her costume, and what her role in the house would have been, for a group of school children around the corner from the cabin. She sang Follow the Drinking Gourd, which gave slaves directions for escape. According to her, winter with its long nights was a good time to leave--and Friday was the best day of the week to head for freedom. (Escaping slaves had to travel during the night. Slave owners could not leave the plantation for fear the remaining slaves would escape. They had to hire men to chase the escapees. The offices of the contractors were closed over the weekend, so if slaves escaped Friday evening, it would be Monday before the hunt for them could begin.)
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A light from the Rankin house at the top of a hill in Ripley, Ohio (a free state), on the north side of the Ohio River, from the vantage point of an escaping slave on the south side of the river, in Kentucky (a slave state). The Rankins, John Parker, and their friends helped many people on their road to freedom in the north. (Many escaping slaves continued north to Canada. After the Supreme Court's Dred Scott decision in 1857, they could be returned to their "owners" in the south, if captured in a free northern state.)
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About halfway through the tour, you enter a round room with a lighted pillar in the center. The walls are molded cement rock, with names carved into them--names of of slave transport ships and "castles" in Africa where the captured slaves were held. Aside from the pillar, the only light comes through the translucent blue ceiling, giving one the feeling of being under water. The pillar is covered with translucent blue and green pebbles. The pebbles represent the souls of the estimated one to two million Africans who died in the ships, during the Middle Passage, and in the "castles."














The room is silent, except for the sound of a choir humming John Newton's Amazing Grace. (John Newton was a slave trader who underwent a dramatic conversion.)
Holy ground.
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He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:3-5, King James Version

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Easter reprise

(sorry, I hadn't clicked through to find direct links didn't work)

What kind of love is this? (click through Steve Bell, to music, to Simple Songs samples, to lyrics and audio)
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Ride on, King Jesus! (click through Steve Bell, to music, to Comfort My People samples, to lyrics and audio)

I know many churches sing this on Palm Sunday, but I felt the sentiment was suited to remembering Easter, and looking toward the future return of Christ.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Easter

Ride on, King Jesus. No man can hinder Thee.
Ride on, King Jesus, ride on. No man can hinder Thee.

I was but young when I begun. (No man can hinder Thee.)
Now my race is almost done. (No man can hinder Thee.)
Ride on, King Jesus, ride on. No man can hinder Thee.

King Jesus rides on a milk white horse. (No man can hinder Thee.)
The river Jordan he did cross. (No man can hinder Thee.)
Ride on, King Jesus, ride on. No man can hinder Thee.
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For He is King of Kings, He is Lord of Lords.
Jesus Christ, the First and Last, no man works like Him.
He is King of Kings, He is Lord of Lords.
Jesus Christ, the First and Last, no man works like Him.

Ride on, King Jesus. No man can hinder Thee.
Ride on, King Jesus, ride on. No man can hinder Thee.
--Traditional
Leontyne Price
Jessye Norman
Kathleen Battle & Christopher Parkening
Robert Shaw Festival Singers
Robert Shaw Festival Singers, with Atlanta Symphony Orchestra
Barbara Conrad
Steve Bell (audio), (copyrighted lyrics)

Friday, April 14, 2006

Good Friday

1. Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

2. Were you there when they nailed him to the tree? . . .

3. Were you there when they pierced him in the side? . . .

4. Were you there when the sun refused to shine? . . .

5. Were you there when they laid him in the tomb? . . .

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(Added) Further reading: "Yes, I was there, and so were you," says Pastor Glen VanderKloot, quoted by Mark Daniels at Better Living.
Seven last words of Christ: Reflections for Holy Week, by Mark D. Roberts (HT: Mark Daniels).

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Palm Sunday: looking toward home

Refrain
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain’t got long to stay here.

My Lord, He calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.

Refrain

Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand a-trembling;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.

Refrain

My Lord, He calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.

Yesterday we attended the memorial service for my aunt, who stole away a few weeks ago. She had a rich and full life. She had much to be thankful for, and so did we.