Temple United Methodist Church
Emerge SF



65 Beverly St.

San Francisco, CA 94132


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A Prayer as Holy Week Begins

Lord God,

Six days before his death, your son sat with Lazarus,

Whom he had raised from the dead,

And ate dinner with his friends.


Once again, your gospel tells us, Martha served,

And Mary knelt at Jesus’ feet

To anoint them with costly perfume.

The disciple who was about to betray him

Said that it was a waste.


He didn’t care about the poor, really –

He just wanted to fill his own pockets

And make Mary feel ashamed.


Lord God,

Often we cannot discern what is best:

When to pour out costly perfume for your sake,

Even if the world thinks it a waste.


When to be busy serving,

Or when to rest at your Son’s feet and learn.

Give us ears to hear you and eyes to see.

For the sake of your Son, Jesus Christ.





Study Scripture


Scriptures for Holy Week
John 12:1-8

Jesus Anointed at Bethany

12 Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. 2 Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him.3 Then Mary took about a pint[a] of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

4 But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected,5 “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.[b]” 6 He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it.

7 “Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. 8 You will always have the poor among you,[c] but you will not always have me.”


This Week's Reflection


Grace and Peace to you.











Inside the world's noise,
beneath its tangled silence,
a solitude unfolds. Be still. 

Unreachable by the fearful future,
hidden in the city of this moment,
come to the garden.

Here in this place of no one else
kneel on the soft ground
with the one who is with you,

who though haunted, though hunted,
was here before you and will abide
and hold your place forever,

who, though you mean to stay and pray,
but fail and sleep instead,
still is earnestly praying for you.

Here, though troubles await,
there is one who listens.
There is peace. Listen:

the Beloved, breathing in you..


Steve Garnaas-Holmes  
Unfolding Light  

April 6, 2020