In Preparation for Holy Week

About half of the family spent the evening with the Maple Ridge Bruderhof community. They treated us to a holy and worshipful rendition of Bach's "St. Matthew Passion." I have never heard this piece before (and, actually, I only heard one hour of it tonight). Outstanding. I now want to purchase the three-hour rendition and just take it all in. As the Bruderhof community sang, I kept re-reading a poem on the side wall that was displayed in remembrance of Good Friday. The poem by Christina Rosetti follows. - Sarah Angell

Am I a stone, and not a sheep
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy bloods slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon,
I, only I.

Yet give not o'er
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock. - Christina Rosetti