It’s Friday but we want Sunday . . . it’s now but we want not yet. The passing of my mom added to the sorrow of a Holy Week fourteen years ago today. It was hard to look past her suffering to see the hallelujahs in it all. I remember thinking in those last moments as her heart faded – we’re all in critical condition needing … [Read more...]
But Friday . . .
It’s Friday and we want Sunday . . . The simpler side of Easter is pastel, not darkness ~ it’s a braided path that leads to Calvary. There’s a smoother path that rushes to the resurrection but will miss the reflection on the one stained with blood tracks. Suffering and victory - we can't have one without the other. The … [Read more...]
Pastel Darkness
It’s Friday and we want Sunday. . . A two-sided braided path leads to Easter. There's the prettier one - the easier one we take while rushing to the resurrection where we miss reflecting on the one stained with blood tracks and flesh-ripping thorns. The passing of my mom during holy week has always added to the sorrow. And … [Read more...]
Hope
One good thing about shoveling snow is the surprise of uncovering flowers along the way. It exposes hope . . . And the amazing thing about nature is how God gives the ability to recreate. I count on it when I look down-deep beneath the drifts and know there is life in the cold earth just waiting to rise again. … [Read more...]
Beloved
I whisper a final good-bye to my beloved last Friday on a windy cemetery hill . . . temporarily. But Because He Lives I can face tomorrow and have the blessed assurance I’ll see him again and forever. Our pastor John has a way of eulogizing a life into a gospel-word. The word for Jeff is beloved. Jeff may not have always … [Read more...]