Week Three: April 13 - 17

Day One: He's Alive

Listen to the song "He's Alive", by Dolly Parton.

Imagine yourself in First Century Jerusalem as an associate of the Disciples of Jesus. How do you handle the chaos and confusion of His empty tomb? What does the news of His disappearance mean to you? How do you interact with others—some who share your convictions and those that don’t?


Day Two: Easter People

Who are the “Easter People” in your world? In what ways do you want to imitate and/or support them? Listen to the song, “Just Breathe”, by Pearl Jam. As you reflect upon life, death, love, clinging to someone as some of Jesus’ disciples clung to Him, how do you want to honor the life that God breathed into you and breathe in-sync with Him for the sake of the world, giving thanks for every breath of life you have?


Day Three: Music Unites

Music unites generations and cultures, touching something deep inside. Listen to a couple of these songs (or others you choose), reflecting upon the levels of meaning they offer: the original story or intent of the artist, the popular interpretation or personal meaning offered to you, and the sacred meaning or message that is hidden within for all.

Landslide (Stevie Nicks)
Have a Little Faith in Me (John Hiatt)
Love and Mercy (Brian Wilson) Into the Mystic (Van Morrison)
In My Life (The Beatles)
Time of Your Life (Green Day)
The Faith (Leonard Cohen) Anthem (Leonard Cohen)
Stand By Me (Ben E King) Shallow (Gaga/Cooper)


Day Four: God's Grandeur

God’s Grandeur
Gerald Manley Hopkins, S.J.

The World is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness,
like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell; the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! Bright wings


Day Five: Thomas Merton

My Lord and my God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself; and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does, in fact, please you. And I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this, you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore, I will trust you always, though I may seem to be lost and in the valley of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.