The Front Page

Welcome to the Front Page, the digital cover of the Wayne Press.  Here we will share with you things that can't be captured in our newsletter--videos, music, color photographs--as well as articles that reflect on faith and life.  

 

Easter Sunday

He is risen!  He is risen indeed! Maybe it's not Easter until you say those words.  Or maybe it's not Easter until you put on your new Easter outfit or have dinner with family or see one of the Dudt kids bang the cymbals at the close of the first hymn.  For me, Easter begins when I race to call my seminary roommate and say "Jesus is on the loose!"  Some years she beats me to it, but either way, that is when Easter begins for me.  I know for many of you, Easter is... Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Sunday, March 27, 2016 | 0 comments
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Day 46, Lent

A friend shared this reflection with me and I wanted to share it with you.   When Jesus had received the wine, he said, “It is finished.”  Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.     It is finished. We have been on a long journey these past 40 days and now, Jesus says, it is finished.   Death is hard. The silence of Good Friday is a reflection of the silence you often hear in homes where someone has just died. It’s a stunned silence, a... Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Saturday, March 26, 2016 | 0 comments
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Day 45, Lent

This litany was written by a Presbyterian pastor named Martha Spong.  It is intended for use in worship, but can be part of your personal worship this day. Prayer Litany (inspired by John 19:23-30) When the soldiers crucified Jesus, they took his clothes and his sandals, and divided them into four shares, one for each soldier. His shirt was seamless, woven as one piece from the top to the bottom. They said to each other, “Let’s not tear it. Let’s cast lots to see who will get it." This... Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Friday, March 25, 2016 | 0 comments
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Day 44, Lent

Here is a poem entitled "Thursday" by the poet Hannah Faith Notess. Thursday Hands harvested the grapes, and feet crushed them in the winepress.  Hands held the vessel under the dark stream till the vessel ran over, sealed up the wine and carried it down to the cellar. Hands shaped the water basin on the wheel,  set it to dry.  Hands worked the loom that wove the towel now folded under the basin. Fingers held the needle that, hemming the towels edge, drew a drop of blood. ... Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Thursday, March 24, 2016 | 0 comments
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Day 43, Lent

Here is a poem called, "Passionate Sins" by Paul J. Willis -Luke 22 Would I betray you with a kiss deny you with a word accuse you from your lips? Surely I would and have and will As the cock crows on in the dawn of grace. Peace, Laurie Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Wednesday, March 23, 2016 | 0 comments
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Day 42, Lent

Ann Weems is a wonderful poet and prayer.  She was considered by some to be the poet laureate of the Prebyterian Church.  She died last week.  I wanted to share her poem about Holy Week and hope it provides you with nourishment this Holy Week. Holy is the week… Holy, consecrated, belonging to God... We move from hosannas to horror with the predictable ease  of those who know not what they do.  Our hosannas sung, our palms waved, let us go with passion... Read More
Posted by Laurie Weicher at Tuesday, March 22, 2016 | 0 comments
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