Lent

2026 Thoughts during Lent

Hospitality Vacuum

Sometimes there are vacuums crying out 

To be filled

Holes, gaps, deficits, vacancies

Where something is desperately needed.

It might be in a child, adult, an organization 

A culture or a war zone.

For example there is a story

In the gospel of Luke

Jesus is invited to the home of Simon

As He is reclined at the table

A woman comes in with a precious jar of oil

She proceeds to pour it out

On the feet of Jesus

Not only that, she is weeping so hard

She’s getting his feet wet with her tears

So she drys them with her long strands of hair.

Simon is not happy with this.

Jesus should know what kind of woman this is-a sinner!

He is letting her touch him. 

Jesus sees him and can figure out by the look on his face

What he is thinking.

So he tells Simon a story.

A story about debts and debt forgiveness,

One is small, the other is great.

Who will love the debt forgiver most?

Simon agrees the one forgiven most

Will love most.

Jesus goes on to point out that “when 

I entered your house you gave me

Neither water to wash my feet nor 

Oil to anoint my head.

Come to think of it you didn’t even greet me

With a kiss.”

All culture norms of the day 

When a guest comes to your home.

On the other hand this woman

Rushed in to fill the hospitality vacuum.

She loved Jesus very much.

She knew her debt was forgiven

Perhaps Simon didn’t think his arrogance, contempt

Or judgementalism, or whatever was much

When compared to this woman

Jesus perhaps thought otherwise.

What vacuums are around us or in the world

Crying out to be filled?

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Palm Branches

Here is a reflection poem on Palm Sunday.

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Palm Branches

They thought they knew

How it would all play out

When Messiah came.

When He did come

He did not do what

He was supposed to do.

They did not have room

In their hearts,

Hardened by certainty.

No room for adjusting

And aligning

Their thoughts

Their actions

To God’s.

What about me?

Do I have room?

Or am I so certain

I know the way –

That I miss it?

Mary had a choice.

She heard the invitation

And sat at his feet,

Became a disciple,

Learned 

She had room

In her heart.

Her acceptance

Of the words and teaching

Upturned the Patriarchy,

And helped her brothers

To have room as well.

But the palm waving

Crowds shouting

Hosanna, quickly turned

To Crucify him

When he did not do

What they thought 

He was supposed to do.

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Caught Between

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As winter begins 

It’s slow retreat

As blossoms unfold

At an unhurried pace

I find myself 

Wondering

How will it all end?

With a bang 

And a flash

A nuclear waste

An eternal winter or

Never ending fire?

Or will goodness

Once again prevail?

With a slow push

Towards the light

Towards love

With captives

Being freed

With grief and loss

Giving way to hope

And tears of relief

With lessons learned

Will the cycle of life

Begin again?

The little bird chirps

From its perch 

In the tree

“You choose

You choose”

Caught between

Hope and despair 

I choose hope

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Is It Just Me?

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Now that Spring is around the corner

I’m not sure after all the longing for it

That I am ready to come out of my den

To feel the warmth of the sun

Which will become overwhelming soon enough

Or meet my neighbors again

After endless days indoors behind

Screens and masks, six feet apart

To greet, to smile, to chat in a cafe

The energy it will take to come up with

Lively conversation, to make that first step

To toss my masks on a heap

I have become surprisingly attached to them

All the questions I will have in my head

Are they safe? Did they get their second dose?

Who did they vote for anyways?

Do the bears, snakes, bats and other hibernating animals feel this way? 

Do they tentatively step or slither out of their comfortable holes and caves

Or do they rush out without a care driven by hunger and excitement?

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A Blessing for Open Eyes

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Open our eyes to see

What is happening in our world

To see with eyes that care

About the suffering of others

To see the connections

And understand

Why these things are happening today

Give us insight

And vision 

To see solutions beginning

Small and thin

That lengthen and thicken

Into strong ropes

Strong arms

To lift 

To carry 

To free

© 2021 Julie Clark

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What ifs

What if we can’t go to church

To understand what the church really is?

What if the virus is showing us

The viruses in our hearts?

What if the worship of mammon*

Was just too much for the earth to bear?

What if our independence

Drives us to community?

What if all the grief and loss

Teaches us to love again?

*Matthew 6:24

© 2020 Julie Clark

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Blooms and Thorns

Blooms and thorns

Outside my window

Growing on the same branch

Wheat and weeds

Outside my door

Seeds blowing on the same wind

Which will I choose to focus my attention

Who do I want to be

Do I want to be kind and loving

Or indifferent and uncaring

All this growing together

In our hearts

In our world

Intertwined

The world turns

Seasons change

What will we see

In the next season

After this pandemic

It seems we get a restart

Will we be a better world

Will we be better people

Or doom ourselves

Once again

I have read

Love triumphs evil

Light pushes out the darkness

Good wins over injustice

Shall we join

This hard work

Turn the soil and plant

The good seeds

Turn our weapons

Into plows

Our despair

Into faith and good deeds

Julie Clark

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Why We are going to the Mosque on Good Friday

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It is Holy Week. We remember all that Jesus did for us when he went to the cross, died for our sins, was buried, and on the third day rose again. The very depths and heights of our faith. My husband and my calling to follow Jesus in loving those outside our own faith community compels us to go to our local Mosque this Friday night. Don’t get me wrong, I love Good Friday services. The somber reflections of the ultimate sacrifice Christ paid moves me deeply.

 

This friday is especially important that we go to the Mosque. For many years of our adult lives we  have lived in Central Asia, first in Northwest China, then in Kazakhstan. We lived and worked among many different ethnic groups – Chinese, Russian, Kazakh, Kyrgyz, but especially Uyghurs. Our Uyghur friends and neighbors taught us deeply about many things, hospitality, faithful loyalty to family, respect for elders, love of music, dancing and food, to name a few. These very ones who sowed richly into our lives are now struggling for their own lives in their homeland. The government of China is attempting to wipe out their culture and possibly existence by incarcerating over a million people in concentration camps where people are dying daily. They are seperating children from parents and mercilessly controlling every aspect of their lives through extreme measures. We are teaming up with our local Mosque this Good Friday to lend our voices to the voiceless. We are speaking up together to say No to this horrific act of violence.

 

What better way to fight the evil of dehumanization then to join with our Muslim brothers and sisters from around the world. We will not be manipulated into divided camps, but stand together and with one voice cry out to God to deliver the Uyghur people from their oppressors.

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Waiting for Easter

I am posting this poem again from a few years ago.  A reminder that no matter how dark it is or how much faith I have or don’t have, light will break through and love will win. 

All we have are words

And the grief that overwhelms us

Hope is gone

We saw with our own eyes

Our grief tells us

He is dead

Yet

We have words

We will wait

With our grief by the tomb

© Julie Clark

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Other Miracles

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Maybe not everyone

Finds the miracle they are looking for

You are still limping in pain

and I am gasping for air

Maybe there are other miracles we are finding

Still being loved by family

With all our brokenness and faults

These babies born to our children

Smiling and clinging onto our fingers

With the message:

“I need you to be strong and light the way”

The friendships that have endured

Despite separations and years of silence

Still hearing the Voice of the Beloved asking:

Do you trust me?

 

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