It's Holy Week for Christians.
If you know me, you know that I struggle with Christianity. Right now, it's a life giving struggle. Maybe like birth. I don't know. . .
During this week, Christians reflect on the days and hours leading up to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
Tonight, I went to church and the service was about Christ's mandate or new commandment to us to "Love one another as I have loved you." This is a tall order. Think about it. God loves you (me, all of us) to death. If you're a Christian, that's your reality. It can be both a heavy reality or a freeing reality. Maybe it's both.
At the end of the service tonight, the Altar was stripped. It was laid naked. In preparation to remember Christ's death, where God, in Jesus, laid naked before us.
As American society, we shy away from naked. We find shame in our own nakedness. We taunt other's nakedness. What does it mean to you to be naked? You were born naked. Your innocence was naked. There is a curiosity about being naked. Sometimes, we dare to take the cover off and peek underneath. Yet, most of the time, when we see nakedness, ours or another's, we seek to cover it. We turn our eyes down. We look away. And, when we find ourselves naked, we hide.
Do you dare to be naked? Before your own eyes? Before God? Naked has no secrets, does it? Naked is all out there, in the open, nothing left to hide. What do you hide? What keeps you from being naked, free?
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