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We all know the story. We hear it every year during Holy Week, twice. Jesus eats supper with his disciples, is betrayed, captured, falsely accused, wrongfully sentenced, brutally tortured, cruelly mocked and then is murdered on the cross. As with all stories we hear over and over, we can become too familiar with it. We can forget the scandal it is. The utter and complete failure it demonstrates. Jesus' mission was to help people hear and understand the Good News while he was on earth. But no one "got it." Not the people who followed him to hear him speak, not the lepers he cured, nor the lame people who walked, not even the 12 apostles, who spent day and night with him.
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When our children were little, we continued an Easter morning tradition that was part of my childhood. Somewhere in the house the children would find the beginning of a trail of small Easter candies, and they would gather together and begin to follow the path. There were all kinds of rules: they couldn't run on ahead to see where the trail ended, they had to follow the trail, one candy at a time, picking them up one by one in turn, oldest to youngest, or youngest to oldest. The ones who were more capable would help those who needed direction, patiently helping them to gather their candy in turn, slowly moving along the path until all the candies were gathered.
I was surprised recently to read a brief article that indicated we celebrate the wrong place for Jesus' birth as we read it in the Gospels with angels announcing his birth to the shepherds.