Holy Week

Mar 24, 2024

“I observe a growing effort among Latter-day Saints toward a more Christ-centered Easter. This includes a greater and more thoughtful recognition of Palm Sunday and Good Friday as practiced by some of our Christian cousins. We might also adopt appropriate Christ-centered Easter traditions found in the cultures and practices of countries worldwide.” —Gary E Stevenson

“We should be taking steps to celebrate Easter in creative new ways: in art, literature, children’s games, poetry, music, dance, festivals, bells, special concerts. … This is our greatest festival.” —N. T. Wright

To help us deepen our Holy Week worship, Wayfare has curated a daily collection of art, poetry, and music that we hope will surprise and invigorate you as we walk with Christ through the culminating moments of his mortal ministry.

Find a link to each day’s offerings below:

Palm Sunday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

As God is walking through the gallery, he sees it— a picture of eight pigeons and a homeless man. They are not, of course, the same birds he used to watch hustling around that gate in East Jerusalem, that old gang of three who hardly e…

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Teaching Monday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

Come to the temple of silence, away from sounds of weary want, from the grinding, tearing of time. Come away from shouting daylight, find me in the stillness of afternoon, your ordinary afternoon. Put down your swords, your plowshares; take up my burden, quiet, easy. Carry it …

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Temple Tuesday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

Why worry about the loaves and fishes? If you say the right words, the wine expands. If you say them with love and the felt ferocity of that love and the felt necessity of that love, the fish explode into many. Imagine him, speaking, and don’t worry about what is reality, or what is plain, or what is mysteri…

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Spy Wednesday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

To the man who gave my brother back to me, wrapped in linen but breathing, the man who wept at my tears, whose feet I sat at inhaling his stories, this warm man who will hang for all my flaws, my wrong turns and my pain— To this man, I give the best oil I find, wrapped with my hair…

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Maundy Thursday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

How many years from Bethlehem Until the awful eloquence Of wine and lamb And bitter herbs Took His breath, Stunned Him suddenly with knowledge, Revealing that the blood Once painted on the lintels and the door posts Was his own And …

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Good Friday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

In the morning of creation, His spirit moved upon the waters, great rivers and small streams flowed down. Riding upon the clouds, He sends showers upon our fields, small rain upon tender branch and bud. In power He commands the waves, speaks to us in storm and flood. He fill…

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Holy Saturday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

Friday evening, the shadows lengthened. The sun went down behind horizon’s edge. The shroud of night triumphed over all things. That night the sky was starless and shivered. Darkness extends her fingers as they reach And enter my house through every crevice. Saturday, the disciples grew silent…

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Easter Sunday

Cecelia Proffit and Rachel Jardine

Mar 24

Three days of white threads wound fine around around. Three days of light shrouded linen fine white light woven. Three days of... Where hast thou laid him?…

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