I understand that phrase has different meanings for different people. For me, as a Christ-follower, I celebrate this day as the day of my Risen Savior. The Church has a traditional greeting on this day, in which one person pronounces, “He is risen!” to which the next responds, “He is risen, indeed!” I always look forward to this exchange because I can’t imagine a better proclamation of faith to share.
That being the case, I’m going to share something with you today that I created for making this proclamation – it’s a dramatized monologue I wrote for our Easter sunrise service, in which Mary Magdalene arrives in the graveyard to alert those who have come that Jesus will not be found there.
If you decide to view it, please take it easy on me in “the reviews.” I don’t claim to be an actress, by any stretch of the imagination, and it takes me some time to ‘get my bearings’ and just let the words flow. (No stage practice beforehand – it was a one-time run in front of a live audience.) But my intent was to deliver a meaningful message that could serve to explain some of the lesser understood meanings of the ‘goings on’ likely surrounding the crucifixion, according to my research.
So I present to you…Mary Magdalene’s version of why three thieves hung on a cross that day (in her Southern Judean accent). 😉
He is Risen!…
(that’s your cue!)
This one goes out to Trifextra this weekend, in response to the following challenge:
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere within.
I thought it might be time to pull a jody-ism off the shelf and dust it off. I can’t imagine anything I have more idiomic than that! (No, I wasn’t trying to say idiomatic here – or even idiocratic – think more along the lines of “crossing your t’s”). 😉
Though others outside these insulated walls might have considered them strange, none could feel stranger than those huddled together on the inside, reciting morning prayers by lamplight.
What a queer testing this had been. What on God’s given piece of green earth shouldst possess Brother Addley to agree to such an abomination? It had created quite a stir in their private sect when the television crew had driven up, unannounced; but ne’er the stir as when Brother Addley walked out and made an agreement with one of them by signing some sort of covenant. What a curiosity, this Reality TV.
Friday Fictioneers offered up the photo as a prompt. From there, I got to add the hundred words.
Every Friday authors from around the world gather at Friday Fictioneers to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
My wish was torn loose
Floating away from my grasp
Carried by the wind…
- Photo located at: http://truevibes.wordpress.com/2012/11/06/make-a-wish/
A delight in youth.
Devilish in midlife years.
What’s to come of us?
Loosed by wind stirring
While firmly rooted in place.
Who’s to understand?
Carpe Diem’s haiku challenges us this month to explore classical Japanese kigo (seasonwords).
March 29’s prompt celebrates the beginning of Spring with: Tanpopo (Dandelion).
I was first inspired by my memories of holding a ripened, white crested wish-filled dandy-lion as a child.
Then I was captured by the comparison of the memories that might be evoked between a dandelion’s life as compared to mankind’s.
And then I found myself contemplating on this weedy, curious little flower until I found myself traveling through its rooted system…while thinking on this specific day.
To be perfectly honest, I’m intrigued by the simple magic of the dandelion (which translates as “lion’s tooth”).
- The floral meaning of the dandelion is meant to be a gift to a loved one that will provide happiness and a promise of total faithfulness.
- I’m sure it’s the first gift I’ve ever been given by any child as an expression of affection. The pudgy little hands that plucked it, the unsteady little legs that wobbled to get it to me, the sparkling delight of the eyes as it was presented for my delightful gratitude — all give this perfect gift in such a simple, yet extraordinary, fashion.
- I can recall its explosive power as a child – the power that drew me to run to grasp the stem of a ripened dandelion, so I could send my wishes a thousand directions out from me into a vast world of possibilities.
- I recall my disappointment in learning that adults do not appreciate the lovely yellow gifting of these sweet, tiny bits of sunshine sprinkled into an otherwise boringly manicured lawn.
- Yet, I’ve learned, their temporal daintiness is deceptive. They are persistent in their existence, spreading established deep roots and eternal seeding among us.
- Despite our offenses against them, they continue to extend healing properties to us.
So I can’t imagine a more appropriate day to honor the dandelion than today, Good Friday, the day in which I must stop in faith and honor my Lord & Savior who continues to extend that same healing property to me, despite my offenses against Him. Everything about this day – representing His crucifixion, His body’s burial in a tomb – seem to represent the end of His good among us. Where child-like eyes and ears delighted in His gift, grown-up hearts saw Him as a nuisance in their world – a pest, a weed that needed to be removed. Where he came to sprinkle sunshine among them, they preferred their manicured earth they thought they could manage just fine on their own.
Despite our most horrible offenses, we will yet find His deeply established roots and eternal seeding among us. The (dandy) Lion of Judah is yet to rise come Easter morn to bring the ultimate gift of love to us, His joy with a promise of total faithfulness. Lord, let me see you anew with child-like eyes and a heart filled with childish delight. Let my faith be loosed by your spirit’s wind, wherever it chooses to blow.
This all began about a week or so ago with Sue’s challenge at A Word in Your Ear on hats.
My tagline was:
Hats, Hats, and more Hats!
They do, after all, make the person(a) –
and my series of photos ended with this one and the challenge below it:
So let’s have a little contest for this last one. Who can come up with the best quote about Pharaoh’s Hat? Winner gets their quote published with the picture in a post next week.
(I’ll let my family do the judging.)
Let’s give a shout-out to the Top captioned entries that were all deemed funny and quite timely
by my judges (who are in their teenage years, btw).
- Skinnywench (who wrote on a timely Easter topic – which also just happens to be my teenage son’s favorite Easter treat – not saying that had anything to do with it being the winning entry or anything! ha!): “All he needs is the contents of a Cadbury’s cream egg running down his face from the hat and him licking it and then the caption could be ‘How do you eat yours?’ :_)”
- Bazza (who wrote on a very teenager-ish topic – go figure that it caught their eyes! lol): “Cleopatra says: ‘No! No! No! I said I wanted a hands-free PHONE …’”
- Judy Lesko (who timed it perfectly with the Papal proceedings, but what do teenagers know about old men in red Gucci shoes, anyway? That was the most important point coming from the media, wasn’t it?): “Dude . . .I thought I’d be the next Pope!”
Such creative & crazy responses have inspired me to want to keep this game going with future photos.
Thanks to those fun folks participating & Hope you’ll all join me again to play along soon!
All grins, -jody
“It was impossible for you to tell him, was ‘not? You shan’t see him again.” The well shaped young woman slung her long, silky hair across her shoulders as she smugly turned away, adjusting her bosom up from her corset. “’Tis not as though your tryst with him shan’t come to fruition. Father shalt open his eyes and all willst come to light soon ‘nough.”
Colleen didn’t need to see the expression on her older sister’s face to know it was full of satisfied malice. She had warned Philippe to never approach her in the stables. She knew her sister had been suspicious by the concerns she’d expressed that Philippe’s gaze had remained too long on Colleen when they’d come in from riding. Colleen further understood that Amelia’s chiefly unspoken complaint was that Philippe’s gaze had not been, instead, upon her. Philippe despised the air that Amelia cast about, as though she should be considered the most desirable woman in the world. She had all but told him that, proclaiming how fortunate he’d be to have her. That’s when he’d decided to steal his glances another direction, towards a younger and more impressionable sister who would grow to have at least some level of beauty but would be manageable if something was stolen from her early enough.
The only problem was that Amelia had stolen away from her studies too early and discovered more than Philippe’s gaze on Colleen. She’d gazed his lips in places Amelia had never considered a man’s lips should travel. She’d peered through the cracks from another stall until one of the horses had become disturbed, whence she’d had to reveal her presence before being searched out. She’d made quite the show of it, grabbing up the blacksmith’s hammer where he’d been shoeing the horses earlier that day. She’d backed Philippe deeply into a corner, commanding Colleen return to the house among threats she cast towards her sister’s clandestine lover. By the time Amelia had returned to their room, she looked filthy, as though she’d been shoeing the horses herself. Colleen was mortified.
Colleen chased after her sister, wiping embarrassment and anguish from her face. “Please, Amelia. Promise me you shan’t tell Father when he returns. He’ll kill Philippe and banish me from his presence forevermore.”
Amelia turned slowly, a sly grin spreading across her face. “You’re both fortunate I didst not do the job for Father tonight. Had Philippe not been faster and stronger, I swear I would’ve killed him, Colleen.” She waited for her younger sister to calm her gasps before continuing. “I shan’t tell if you swear on your life to stay clear of the stables from this day forward, with all focus on your music and studies.”
“I swear all,” Colleen sobbed, knowing Amelia was emotionally capable of seeing her banned otherwise.
Amelia was truthful when she said all would come to light soon enough. Nine months later, she, Philippe and a babe were all banished from Father’s property, presence – and inheritance.
This one is for the Speakeasy #102 at yeah write…
Here are the main points:
- though your post is NOT about the photo you must make some reference to it
- you must start with the first line our last winner, Suzanne, has provided. “It was impossible.” Please do not post explanations, qualifications or other stuff prior to this sentence. If you need to clarify anything, feel free to do so briefly (like really briefly) at the end.
- your post is either fiction or poetry, including fictional accounts of true stories
- keep it 500 words or less