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...]
Pass Over the Day
It’s Friday and we want Sunday. A two-sided braided path leads to Easter. There's the shorter one, rushing to the resurrection where we miss reflecting on the one stained with blood tracks. But, they're entwined. The passing of a dear friend added to the sorrow of a holy week. He suffered. Driving home from the hospital … [Read more...]