Dear Musing Meanderers:

I’ve mentioned before how I seldom provide my sermons in print. This is due primarily to the fact that I believe oral and written communications are very different dialects. What listens well seldom reads well, and vice versa. But from time to time, I believe some sermon or meditation lends itself to essay form; such is the case with my Good Friday meditation from our ecumenical service this past April 18 at Plymouth Place.

What follows is a textual re-working of my remarks that evening. I trust it’s readable and is of some edification to you as you reflect on this year’s Holy Week.