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230 ˜ A Work of Hospitality, 1982–2002<br />

the free side of the fence, friends kept walking by, but they were all wearing prisoners’<br />

uniforms, and nobody would look at me or help me. I was alone and separated<br />

from everybody I love. Perhaps Jack sensed my dread, because a few days<br />

before the scheduled visit I received an invitation to a picnic from him. That<br />

lightened my heart, I visited Jack, and we imagined our picnic and laughed and<br />

talked, and I was in touch with my bliss that day. Certainly, Jack’s life on death<br />

row is no picnic, but he has taught me and given me much joy, even in the midst<br />

of pain and suffering. I’m sure that is the kind of happiness Jesus promises if we<br />

follow the mandate he gave on the last Thursday of his life.<br />

As we fast and pray and confess and repent this Lent, let us remember Jesus’<br />

mandate that we wash each other’s feet. Let us look for the places of pain where<br />

we can serve and find our bliss. Let us help the tired, sore, and dirty among us<br />

know the promise of happiness as we soak them, tickle them, rub them, and<br />

make them clean again. “How happy you will be!”<br />

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded, by Elizabeth Dede<br />

F e b r u a r y 1 9 8 8<br />

O sacred head, now wounded,<br />

With grief and shame weighed down,<br />

Now scornfully surrounded<br />

With thorns, thine only crown;<br />

O sacred head, what glory,<br />

What bliss till now was thine!<br />

Yet, though despised and gory,<br />

I joy to call thee mine.<br />

Not too long ago, for our evening’s entertainment, Tim, Dietrich, and I got<br />

together to sing. We enjoyed being with each other, the three-part harmony was<br />

fun, and the attempt at music brought joy to our hearts. For some reason,<br />

though, I kept breaking down at the third line of “O Sacred Head, Now<br />

Wounded”—I couldn’t seem to make it to the glory and the bliss. The musical<br />

line was too difficult for my unpracticed ear.<br />

Perhaps my inability is indicative, though, of the violence, the grief and<br />

shame, that surround us at the <strong>Open</strong> <strong>Door</strong>. More often we see despised and gory<br />

heads than blissful ones.

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