July 17–23 ❘ Mark, A Fellow Laborer
Poem and discussion centering on the falling out between Paul and another missionary named John Mark as recorded in Acts 15:36–40.
Mark, a Fellow Laborer
You might think I’d be angry,
still hold it against him—
our bitter division on Cyprus
when I left the mission early,
his refusal to welcome me
when I repented and returned.
Paul should know better than anyone
the need for mercy to the undeserving.
But he is the same man he ever was:
seared by certitude,
driven by duty, anguished
at the thought of losing a single soul.
So he was a little slow to trust.
Who am I to hold a grudge
against a man so given to God
that he aims to persuade the world?
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July 10–16 ❘ Saul, Saul
Poem and discussion centering on Paul’s conversion on the road to Damascus as recorded in Acts 9:1–22.
Saul, Saul
I was born with purpose,
a firm desire to serve God
whatever the sacrifice or suffering.
I raged at blasphemy,
pitched body and soul into battle,
knew with every sinew I was right,
but I was mistaken.
Over-sure and blind,
I sacrificed others
for my own sins.
A thorn in my heart
pricks me forward now
to rectify and rescue those
whose eyes in earlier life
I wouldn’t deign to meet,
for God had mercy on me—
or on my victims
Who can tell?
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July 3–9 ❘ After Pentecost
Poem and discussion centering on Peter healing a lame man at the temple as recorded in Acts 3:1–8.
After Pentecost
I gaped when he healed
a man born blind,
laughed at adversaries struck dumb
by his clever, well-chosen words,
wept when he was spat on and beaten
and all I did was deny, deny, deny.
I was not worthy to fasten his shoe,
to do more than listen awestruck,
but when God calls from shore,
you jump out of the boat and go.
I was pricked by splintered light
like white flame.
I fluttered as one who hears
a long-gone friend’s foot on the step.
At the temple, I fastened eyes
on a broken man begging mercy,
took him by the hand, and leapt again
toward the call.
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June 19–25 ❘ Joseph of Arimathea
Poem and discussion centering on the story of Joseph of Arimathea taking Jesus’s body to place in a tomb as recorded in Matthew 27:57–60.
Joseph of Arimathea
From behind the cross,
I pounded out nails
protruding through wood
till loose enough to pull free
while others in front
supported him against
further tears to hands and feet.
We lowered him slowly
like a child from a great height,
swaddled him in linen,
laid him on a makeshift cot.
I looked to his mother.
She nodded.
We lifted,
and carried him one last lonely mile,
our backs to Jerusalem,
dust clouds rising in puffs behind us
from the soles of our feet.
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June 12–18 ❘ Betrayer
Poem and discussion centering on Jesus’s words to Peter at the Last Supper as recorded in Luke 22:31–32.
Betrayer
Peter isn’t the only one Satan wants.
He’d like to sift you, too,
grind you to powder
under his boot heel.
He longs to crush your soul
and scrape it bleeding
from the pavement.
He sidles up,
sings sweet fictions
near the edge of your attention,
slips subtleties like shivs
between your ribs.
He reasons that if offenses must come,
then why not in exchange
for something worthwhile?
He steals your peace,
replaces it with misgiving—
not whether evil exists,
but if any good thing lives
in this ransacked world.
What is truth? he scoffs,
and tempts instead with fruit
of existential wisdom,
thirty pieces of exemption
from the petty covenants
of duty-bound drudges,
as if unbelief ever set anyone free,
ever did anything but pay the bills.
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June 5–11 ❘ Transition
Poem and discussion centering on Jesus’s words to his disciples preparing them for his death as recorded in John 16.
Transition
Duration is relative.
I tell you this as forewarning,
so you don’t stumble.
When you are gripped by labor,
time grinds on brittle gears,
a little while spins into eternity.
Husband hovers over,
ministers count by count
until on brim of insanity
you cry out in despair.
My God, my God!
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Look at me, he says,
You can do this.
Breathe, breathe,
breathe as heartbeats thump,
rush and flow of blood
pumps in your ears until
it is finished.
You soon forget
how close to death you felt,
joyful now that someone new
is born into this old,
old world.
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May 29–June 4 ❘ Memorial
Poem and discussion centering on the account of the woman who anointed Jesus before his death as recorded in Matthew 26:7–13.
Memorial
Centuries hence,
my name will be debated.
Dwell on that irony if you will,
not the outrage of imperfect disciples
who scolded my waste.
Or remember this instead:
that John felt the same as I
when he baptized the Lord—
unworthy of the work,
too burning with purpose to turn away.
When I broke open
and tipped scented oil
over his head,
I only anointed in preface
to his own sealing of salvation,
his blood a healing ointment
for all memory.
“Lord, Is It I?” by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, October 2014 General Conference
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May 22–28 ❘ The Other Virgin
Poem and discussion centering on the parable of the wise and foolish virgins as recorded in Matthew 25:1–13.
The Other Virgin
Yes, there were ten virgins—
five wise with lamps and vessels
full to last till midnight,
and five foolish who slept empty,
resting too soundly,
too comfortably to even
shift positions.
Then there's you,
outside the story.
You pour everything in,
burning as fast as drops fall
so you can stay awake all night
to care for others who always need
more than you have to give.
Come, tuck your arm through mine.
Until the call sounds,
we'll share a single light,
praying that the Bridegroom
who multiplies loaves and fishes
and frees springs in the desert
will never let our cruse of oil fail.
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Talk cited: “Converted Unto the Lord,” David A. Bednar, General Conference, October 2012.
May 15–21 ❘ Weightier Matters
Poem and discussion centering on some of Jesus’s teachings directed toward the Pharisees as recorded in Matthew 23:13–37.
Weightier Matters
Of course
judgment, mercy, faith—
but there are enemies we love to hate,
sinners we aren’t sorry for.
Pharisees, for instance.
No one hesitates to cast stones
at self-righteous Puritans.
They have their reward.
Even Jesus called them out.
Surely he’ll forgive our failure
to cry Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
over a few worthless chickens.
It’s a shame they can’t see as we do
all the dead bones
they hold inside.
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May 8–14 ❘ To a Rich Young Man
Poem and discussion centering on the account of the rich young man as recorded in Mark 10:17–31.
To a Rich Young Man
The boatsman reaches the landing
partly by pulling,
partly by letting go.
Egyptian Proverb
Imagine yourself
a loamy field along the Nile
fed by silt-laden floods,
green and rippling with wheat,
lush, beautiful,
blessed.
Imagine the farmer
who turns your soil, plants,
nourishes your growth.
Will he leave you unharvested,
unthreshed, unable
to feed his family?
You will be scythed,
left fallow for a season
until you are replenished,
then emptied again and again.
That is the way of fields.
But you can choose:
regret every harvest
as perpetual loss,
or imagine yourself
a basket of bread,
blessed, passed,
never running out.
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Talk cited: “What Lack I Yet?,” Larry R. Lawrence, General Conference, October 2015
May 1–7 ❘ Silver Coin
Poem and discussion centering on the parable of the lost coin as recorded in Luke 15:8–10.
Silver Coin
I only knew its worth when it was lost—
not just what it could buy
to satisfy hunger and hearts,
but what it cost me to get it:
cloth woven from scavenged scraps of time,
embroidered with leftover ambition,
sold to wealthy haggler
who had no taste or appreciation.
I searched, scrutinized, and swept
every corner, every cupboard,
but the cursed coin remained
indifferent—no, resistant—
to discovery,
till hallelujah!
beneath my candle
I caught it glinting,
snug behind table leg.
Come, rejoice with me!—
for souls and bodies fed,
for new threads on the loom,
for all misplaced treasures
waiting to be found.
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April 24–30 ❘ Vision
Poem and discussion centering on the story of the blind man that Jesus healed as recorded in John 9.
Vision
I’ve heard that in the temple
spirits sometimes slip through
to visit the living in the midst
of whispered prayer,
but they’ve never come to me.
I do my duty uninterrupted,
make my sacrifices,
cast coins into the treasury,
always in the same offering box
where once I heard a young man say
that he was the light of life
that could burn through any fog
between me and the Father,
if only I would believe.
I stopped to listen,
but my friends swept me away,
murmuring, “He has a devil.”
Sometimes I ponder
his bright words.
Blind as I am, perhaps God
has a work to manifest in me,
a way to wash this clay
so I can see.
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April 17–23 ❘ Troubled
Poem and discussion centering on the story of Martha being overburdened with serving as recorded in Luke 10:38–42.
Troubled
I love the rhythmic resist and yield
of knead-turn-knead,
aroma of feeding yeast
and baking bread—
promise of full bellies, happy chatter,
family gathered to table.
I wish I could hear Jesus teach
as I work and wash,
that disciples would quiet
their clattering cups and calls
to fetch and fill.
If only I knew how to be
two places at once—
to serve and satisfy
and also sit and listen,
to give myself to others
while saving a good part
for myself.
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April 10–16 ❘ Before the Healing
Poem and discussion centering on Jesus’s healing of a boy who appears to be epileptic as recorded in Mark 9:17–27.
Before the Healing
A devil grips my son,
shakes him like a mast
in sudden storm till bones rattle
and head beats the ground.
I cannot tear him free.
He is bruised and scarred,
but not from play.
I once pulled him blistered
from his mother’s cooking fire.
Another day, as I mended nets,
he collapsed in stony shallows.
I ran to hold his head above water,
cradle him till the fit passed.
At night, I wrestle
with his empty future:
He will never learn to sail or sort
a day’s catch on the shore.
He will never read in the synagogue
or keep a feast day in the shadow
of the Lord’s holy house.
He will never marry or worry
over children of his own.
I still believe. I pray.
I plead to know what lack in me
keeps us from God's compassion,
but scarcely dare to ask again
for what has been withheld.
By early morning, I am wrung out.
Silence hangs like a heavy veil.
I venture one more question,
father to Father:
If you had just one child,
would you do nothing to save him
from being torn in two?
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April 3–9 ❘ At the Tomb
Poem and discussion centering on the story of Mary encountering the resurrected Savior outside the tomb as recorded in John 20:11–16.
At the Tomb
The angel was like lightning—
sudden, unexpected, brilliant,
electrifying.
Gone before I comprehended him.
Despite his earth-shaking message
and newly donned sinews
that first resurrection morning,
it wasn’t him I came to see.
I turned instead to the garden
and found a Caretaker waiting,
ready to bridge death’s rift
with a single word
addressed to me:
Mary.
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March 27–April 2 ❘ Peter
Poem and discussion centering on Jesus’s discussion with some of his disciples after he fed the 5,000 as recorded in John 6:26–69.
Peter
Will you also go away?
He was always asking
difficult questions.
When your belly is satisfied,
what bread will you crave?
In the kingdom of heaven
where no one goes hungry,
will you forget to eat?
I was empty all my life,
the pit of me always hollow
whatever my nets hauled in,
until he came with his hard sayings.
Course after course,
I chewed, swallowed, digested.
Now meals seem scraps,
eating a fast.
Surely he sees
how he fattens my bones, flows
through my veins
like milk and honey.
When you are all my living,
where else can I go?
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Mar. 20–26 ❘ Parables
Poem and discussion centering on the parables of Jesus Christ as recorded in the New Testament.
Parables
The kingdom of heaven
is a potluck dinner,
where all come to partake
of each other’s best.
It's an heirloom recipe
that requires translation
to find the right ingredients
in modern stores.
It's a reunion
where widowed, orphaned, barren
gather and mourn together,
a broken family restored.
It's a story told aloud
so breathless with expectation
that to not be drawn in
you must leave the room,
or if you love a good story
and have ears to hear,
stay and listen.
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Mar. 13–19 ❘ Prayer for My Children
Poem and discussion centering on teachings of Jesus as recorded in Luke 11:9–13
Prayer for My Children
In field, in house,
in closet of my heart,
I pause to rehearse your names,
to trace every syllable and letter
in my mind. I focus
on your faces before me
behind my closed lids, as though
I cupped you all in my hands,
examining and meditating
on your agonies, my agonies
over you.
I pour out my soul to One
who needn’t respect your privacy,
who watches and eavesdrops,
guides when I am not allowed
to interfere.
Every day, every moment,
I ask peace for you.
I seek peace for you.
I knock and it opens
peace to us all,
petal by petal.
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Mar. 6–12 ❘ Disciple’s Prayer
Poem and discussion centering on the Lord’s Prayer as recorded in Matthew 6:7–13.
Disciple’s Prayer
Lord, make my life a prayer,
not a vain repetition rehearsed
and performed on street corners.
When I speak your tender name,
may it be between the two of us
a conversation uninterrupted by Amen.
Teach me how to teach myself and others,
to boost our mutual climb
and chisel footholds in the mountain.
Give me rest from endless pursuit
of more and still more.
Let me shed excess without regret
and give it freely to anyone
without under-breaths of you’re welcome
or you owe me.
And if I must be pushed, tested,
pressed into yoke of earthly service,
then let it be by you, with you,
for you are sufficient
to knit my riven heart,
rinse my mud-soaked soul,
and set me gently again
on the straight path
toward forever.
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