Reflection: May 31
Today’s sermon is a dramatic reading:
Mary of Magdala
A Pentecost Story by Ralph Milton
Adapted by David Boyd
John: John Pengelly. Peter: David. Mary: Robyn. Narrator: Robin.
Peter: Close the window, will you, John. (Irritated) All that singing out there is getting on my nerves.
Mary: Peter. (Gently) It is, after all, the feast of Pentecost. This is a happy festival. And they don’t share our sorrow, Peter.
Peter: Right! But I don’t have to listen to it. (Angrily) Any new business? (Silence) Ok, then!
John: So, what do we do now? Should we put up a monument or something? People are already starting to forget that Jesus even existed.
Narrator: Others said, unenthusiastically, that they could maybe collect some money and then put up a monument. A statue of Jesus. Or something… The gloom hung like a damp cloud over the disciples the group of people who had known Jesus, who have loved him, who had heard his voice, who had felt and seen the hope for a new way of living together in love. And then they had watched him die. Some had seen a resurrected Jesus, but the others didn’t really believe their story. Now they were huddled together, a kind of memorial society for Jesus of Nazareth. Somehow it seemed important to stay together, but nobody really »»
the neighbourhood; handicapped parking and access to the church office is at the rear of the building.
