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Entering into Holy Week



Reflection on the Word in our Worship


1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me, *

and are so far from my cry, and from the words of my complaint?

2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear;*

in the night season also, but I find no rest.

-Psalm 22:1-2 (2019 BCP)


Seeing, then, that he took on himself a soul he also took the affections of a soul, for God could not have been distressed or have died in respect of his being God.… As being man, therefore, he speaks, bearing with him my terrors, for when we are in the midst of dangers we think ourself abandoned by God. As man, therefore, he is distressed, as man he weeps, as man he is crucified. -St. Ambrose

The Collect of the Week


Almighty and everlasting God, in your tender love for us you sent your Son our Savior Jesus Christ to take upon himself our nature, and to suffer death upon the Cross, giving us the example of his great humility: Mercifully grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering, and come to share in his resurrection; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.


The Word:

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Psalm 22:1-11


1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me, *

and are so far from my cry, and from the words of my complaint?

2 O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not hear;*

in the night season also, but I find no rest.

3 But you remain holy, *

enthroned upon the praises of Israel.

4 Our fathers hoped in you; *

they trusted in you, and you delivered them.

5 They called upon you, and were delivered; *

they put their trust in you, and were not confounded.

6 But as for me,I am a worm,and no man,*

scorned by all, and the outcast of the people.

7 All those who see me laugh me to scorn; *

they curl their lips, and shake their heads, saying,

8 “He trusted in God, that he would deliver him; *

let him deliver him, if he will have him.”

9 But you are he that took me out of my mother’s womb; *

you were my hope, when I was yet upon my mother’s breasts.

10 I have been cast upon you ever since I was born; *

you are my God, even from my mother’s womb.

11 O go not far from me, for trouble is near at hand, *

and there is none to help me.

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