Dear God,
How celebration works is beyond me. Who “works it” is the testimony of all things – every song, every sunrise, the oak in my front yard, a camper’s confession – EVERYTHING testifies that you SO loved this WORLD that you gave.
Everything testifies that you love this world NOW and GIVE yourself NOW.
Thanks God that creation is sustained by your compassion and sacrifice.
Your victory over the principalities and powers is the sweetest fruit, the stiffest drink, the kindest word, the most stunning view, the most intoxicating kiss.
Your victory is the deepest, ecstatic covenant. It is THE COVENANT.
Bellying up to the bar and tasting your kingdom this side of death is every heart’s obsession.
Toasting your victory over death and Hades and your ongoing victory over my small, self-centered, weak-willed world puts the FAT into FAT Tuesday.
Mardi Gras me into dance.
Mardi Gras me into ecstatic celebration.
Mardi Gras me to a cross where the working of your kingdom wrecks my kingdoms and makes a public spectacle to the principalities and powers that this world is eternally enchanted by the fiery wine of your mercy.
May the celebratory passion of your banquet table be the celebratory impulse of this soul/temple.
May your victorious celebration in and through me be crucifixion of me by the principalities and powers
May the end of me and the beginning of you be a firm, resolute RAH-RAH to your MARDI GRAS in this world.
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