I should have said earlier that we used the stages of grief as a framework for the service – anger, denial, anguish, fear, resolution…
Is it because of us that the story had to go like this?
There is so much we haven’t done.
There are so many ways we’ve abandoned you.
We’ve let you down, turned the other way, ignored you, denied you.
Is your death our fault?
[after this meditation we played “Hurt” by Johnny Cash]
We set this up with pieces of rice paper and felt pens
What is it about yourself that the cross forces you to confront?
Write your words of confession onto the paper
Drop it under the drips of water.
Leave it there when you walk away.