“Each year Jesus’ parents went to Jerusalem for the feast of Passover…” – Luke 2.24
As Holy Week nears, now less than a month away, the Lectionary remembers and honors the role of Joseph, Jesus’ father.
The insight that arose to my awareness this morning is that it is possible Jesus had made the journey up to Jerusalem – literally ascending the Judean hills to worship in that peaceful place of elevation – every year of his life. A kind of ripening till the fruition of death.
Perhaps Rilke’s poetry conveys the mystery of such a possibility:
“For we are only the rind and the leaf. The great death, that each of us carries inside, is the fruit. Everything enfolds it.” *
*The Book of Poverty and Death, III.7 in Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, Trans. Anita Barows and Joanna Macy
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