Anamnesis

I know I should probably start with "what is liturgy," but in a sense this is all liturgy anyway. I should probably do a better introductory post at some point but we'll get there in time. For now, let me whet your appetite:

this post should develop into a deeper (scripturally, historically, and theologically constructed) understanding of anamnesis- what it is, how it functions in Christian worship, and why it matters in the world.

To make you even more excited concerning what's about to happen here, let me throw a few names and phrases out there: Justin Martyr, Didache, Dean Sam Wells (one of the top five theological minds of our day), moral imagination, transubstantiation, memory, and the end of time. (I know you're thinking does she mean purpose of time or does she mean the apocalypse...)

If you're chomping at the bit to get the whole post (which I know you are), never fret! It's fall break next week and I'll be doing some glorious liturgical reading and writing finally (the reading glorious, the writing mediocre I'm sure). In the mean time I leave you with the words of a lovely poet I stumbled across: Alice Meynell-

"To the Mother of Christ The Son of Man."

We too (one cried) we too,
We the unready, the perplexed the cold,
Must shape the Eternal in our thoughts anew,
Cherish, posses, enfold.

Thou sweetly, we in strife,
It is our passion to conceive Him thus,
In mind, in sense, in our house of life;
That seed is locked in us.

We must affirm our Son,
From the ambiguous nature's difficult speech,
Gather in darkness that resplendent one,
Close as our grasp can reach.

Nor shall we ever rest,
For this our task. An hour sufficed for thee,
Thou innocent! He lingers in the breast,
of our humanity.

Love and Hugs,
Anna