Frail Faithfulness A reflection on the life and liturgy of an Anglican Religious Community
Ruth Harley
It is, for me, the pinnacle of the Good Friday liturgy: the veneration of the cross. There is something profoundly moving about a procession of ordinary people moving slowly forward to touch this ordinary wood, to rest a hand against it, or a forehead, or even to kiss it, to kneel, to genuflect, or just to pause a moment in absolute silence and stillness. For one moment I too can set aside all theological thought about what the cross is, what it means, how it functions as a symbol, and whether it can ever really be redeemed from a patriarchal embrace of violence to be useable in a feminist theological framework. Just for a moment, I feel the rough grain of the wood beneath my palm and let myself feel and know this meeting place of life and death, love and sorrow, human and divine.
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