And here is the Last Supper that the Cherub made many years ago from an eggbox. We keep losing disciples, but at least Jesus & Judas are still present.

I happened to catch this broadcast live this morning, and it's very good:

Archbishop Justin's sermon at Easter Day Holy Communion, Canterbury Cathedral

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And more lighthearted (although scripturally accurate! Well the bunnies apart):

My wife came to me and said “nothing can prepare you for our son’s Easter drawing.”

Reader, she was correct. pic.twitter.com/zVKPPy3om9

— The Fig Economy (@figgityfigs) April 8, 2022

The grass never sleeps.
Or the roses.
Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning.

Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept.

The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet,
and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body,
and heaven knows if it ever sleeps.

Jesus said, wait with me. And maybe the stars did, maybe
the wind wound itself into a silver tree, and didn't move,
      maybe
the lake far away, where once he walked as on a
      blue pavement,
lay still and waited, wild awake.

Oh the dear bodies, slumped and eye-shut, that could not
keep that vigil, how they must have wept,
so utterly human, knowing this too
must be part of the story.

Good Friday. I want to share something kerk_hiraeth sent my way in February. I've been saving it up, because it's perfect for today. If you have the time, listen.

Gavin Bryars - Jesus Blood never failed me yet (full, audio only, no visual):


Background information, from youtube:

Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet is a 1971 composition by Gavin Bryars. It is formed on a loop of an unknown homeless man singing a brief stanza. Rich harmonies, comprising string and brass, are gradually overlaid over the stanza. The piece was first recorded for use in a documentary which chronicles street life in and around Elephant and Castle and Waterloo, in London. When later listening to the recordings, Bryars noticed the clip was in tune with his piano and that it conveniently looped into 13 bars.[2] For the first LP recording, Bryars was limited to a duration of 25 minutes; with the invention of the cassette tape, Bryars was able to complete a 60-minute version of the piece; and later, with the advent of the CD, a 74-minute version.

Bryars says:

In 1971, when I lived in London, I was working with a friend, Alan Power, on a film about people living rough in the area around Elephant and Castle and Waterloo Station. In the course of being filmed, some people broke into drunken song - sometimes bits of opera, sometimes sentimental ballads - and one, who in fact did not drink, sang a religious song "Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet". This was not ultimately used in the film and I was given all the unused sections of tape, including this one.

When I played it at home, I found that his singing was in tune with my piano, and I improvised a simple accompaniment. I noticed, too, that the first section of the song - 13 bars in length - formed an effective loop which repeated in a slightly unpredictable way. I took the tape loop to Leicester, where I was working in the Fine Art Department, and copied the loop onto a continuous reel of tape, thinking about perhaps adding an orchestrated accompaniment to this. The door of the recording room opened on to one of the large painting studios and I left the tape copying, with the door open, while I went to have a cup of coffee. When I came back I found the normally lively room unnaturally subdued. People were moving about much more slowly than usual and a few were sitting alone, quietly weeping.

I was puzzled until I realised that the tape was still playing and that they had been overcome by the old man's singing. This convinced me of the emotional power of the music and of the possibilities offered by adding a simple, though gradually evolving, orchestral accompaniment that respected the tramp's nobility and simple faith. Although he died before he could hear what I had done with his singing, the piece remains as an eloquent, but understated testimony to his spirit and optimism."

This is only for listening "pleasure", those who like this song probably have it, I uploaded it because there was no full version of it on youtube yet, I didn't put any visuals, because the audio is the most important here.

Happy Easter one and all! :)

Pray for victims of the #SriLankaAttacks. This photo shows a statue of Christ, spattered with blood, and the Paschal candle used at the Easter Vigil. The five red grains of incense represent the five wounds Jesus received on Good Friday. His Body, the People of God, still suffers pic.twitter.com/rcDUkIk1JS

— James Martin, SJ (@JamesMartinSJ) April 22, 2019

And a thread:

1. I’m so shook about what is happening in Sri Lanka, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve just been sitting here staring at Twitter like a helpless goof.

I thought I would provide just a snapshot of the country for people unfamiliar:

— Amarnath Amarasingam (@AmarAmarasingam) April 21, 2019

Watch on YouTube

If anyone ever asks 'What is the heart of Christianity?' then this is it. Lyrics here

HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!

"God was executed by people painfully like us, in a society very similar to our own — in the over-ripeness of the most splendid and sophisticated Empire the world has ever seen. In a nation famous for its religious genius and under a government renowned for its efficiency, He was executed by a corrupt church, a timid politician, and a fickle proletariat led by professional agitators. His executioners made vulgar jokes about Him, called Him filthy names, taunted Him, smacked him in the face, flogged Him with the cat, and hanged Him on the common gibbet — a bloody, dusty, sweaty, and sordid business.

If you show people that, they are shocked. So they should be. If that does not shock them, nothing can. If the mere representation of it has an air of irreverence, what is to be said about the deed? It is curious that people who are filled with horrified indignation whenever a cat kills a sparrow can hear that story of the killing of God told Sunday after Sunday and not experience any shock at all."

Dorothy L. Sayers, from the Introduction to The Man Born To Be King.