This church in Manhattan tweeted the Passion Play today. As soon as I read about it, I signed up to follow them on Twitter right away. From noon to three, the tweets started with each moment of Christ’s crucifiction. (Tweet and crucifiction, two words you wouldn’t expect together. Except maybe in the unreleased “Mary Poppins: Demon Seed from Hell”.)
As a Catholic who’s read and yawned through the Passion Play many times in her childhood, it gave an interesting urgency I’d never experienced before with posts like these:
twspassionplayvia @ServingGirl: Darkness and earthquake. I heard the curtain in the temple was torn in two. I wonder…
twspassionplayvia @Mary_Mother_Of: They sealed his tomb at dusk. The stone stands between us, and I can’t leave. I am an old woman now, lost in the dark.
twspassionplayvia @romanguard1: I’ve got dibs on his robe, but if you guys want to cast lots for the rest of his clothes I’m cool with that.
But when the tweets come in between other ones like these:
“Okay nice walk over to D&D and a big Ice coffee should get me through the next 2 hours.”
“Anselmos open but off to slow start. Only couple w pizza told me they waited a Long time.”
…it kind of loses something.
But points for marrying an ancient text and ritual with modern social networking.
