A Revised Common Lectionary resource for April 2
First published on 3/28/17 by the Presbyterians Today magazine blog: One Church, Many Voices
by Magdalena I. García
Read the full lectionary passages here
Let us go to him, the detainee
who is at a dead end, forgotten by society,
and without legal recourse.
Let us go to her, the spouse or partner
who is dead tired of worrying
about how she will survive on her own.
Let us go to them, the children
who are dead scared of being left behind
without their parents.
Let us go to him, the judge
who is dead wrong in separating families
on account of civil offenses.
Let us go to her, the church
who is dead asleep, oblivious to the suffering
of today’s immigrants.
Let us go to them, the legislators
who are dead certain
that comprehensive immigration reform can wait.
Let us go to him, to her, to them.
Let us go to the tombs
of our cities and our world,
to the places where the stench of injustice
reaches far and wide,
and let us offer the fragrance
of dignity, compassion and hope,
so the moribund will be able
to come out of the shadows and see the light,
and many will believe in the One
whose love rises each day in our lives.
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First published on 3/28/17 by the Presbyterians Today magazine blog: One Church, Many Voices
by Magdalena I. García
The Virgen of Guadalupe watches over migrants crossing the river in a mural in
Chicago’s Pilsen neighborhood. / La Virgen de Guadalupe vigila a los migrantes
que cruzan el río en un mural del barrio de Pilsen, en Chicago.
Then Jesus told them plainly, ‘Lazarus is dead. For your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.’ – John 11:14-15
Read the full lectionary passages here
Let us go to him, the detainee
who is at a dead end, forgotten by society,
and without legal recourse.
Let us go to her, the spouse or partner
who is dead tired of worrying
about how she will survive on her own.
Let us go to them, the children
who are dead scared of being left behind
without their parents.
Let us go to him, the judge
who is dead wrong in separating families
on account of civil offenses.
Let us go to her, the church
who is dead asleep, oblivious to the suffering
of today’s immigrants.
Let us go to them, the legislators
who are dead certain
that comprehensive immigration reform can wait.
Let us go to him, to her, to them.
Let us go to the tombs
of our cities and our world,
to the places where the stench of injustice
reaches far and wide,
and let us offer the fragrance
of dignity, compassion and hope,
so the moribund will be able
to come out of the shadows and see the light,
and many will believe in the One
whose love rises each day in our lives.
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“Vayamos a verlo”
Un recurso para la liturgia dominical del 2 de abril
Publicado originalmente el 3/28/17 en el blog de la revista Presbyterians Today: One Church, Many Voices
por Magdalena I. García
Entonces Jesús les dijo abiertamente: ‘Lázaro ha muerto; y me alegro por ustedes de no haber estado allí, para que crean. Vayamos a verlo’. – Juan 11:14-15
Lea el pasaje aquí: Juan 11:1-45
Vayamos a verlo, al detenido
que está en un punto muerto,
olvidado por la sociedad y sin recurso legal.
Vayamos a verla, a su esposa o pareja
que está muerta de cansancio y preocupación
sin saber cómo sobrevivirá a solas.
Vayamos a verlos, los niños y niñas,
que están muertos de miedo
de quedar atrás sin su papá o mamá.
Vamos a verlo, al juez
que está completamente equivocado
al separar familias debido a ofensas civiles.
Vamos a verla, la iglesia,
que está completamente dormida,
ajena al sufrimiento de los inmigrantes de hoy.
Vayamos a verlos, los legisladores,
que están completamente seguros
que la reforma migratoria integral puede esperar.
Vayamos a verlo, a verla, a verlos.
Vayamos a las tumbas
de nuestras ciudades y nuestro mundo,
a los lugares donde el hedor de la injusticia
se esparce por todas partes,
y ofrezcamos la fragancia
de la dignidad, la compasión y la esperanza,
para que los moribundos puedan salir
de las sombras y ver la luz
y mucha gente crea en Aquel
cuyo amor resucita cada día en nuestras vidas.
© Magdalena I. García