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...]
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...]
Do You Believe This?
I could smell the loss across the room sitting in front of my mother’s casket. She passed away the day after Palm Sunday and buried on Good Friday, six years ago. Holy week . . . the special time of resurrection. Her last days were difficult for our family. Daughter Sherise and I remained throughout the last days and hours, … [Read more...]