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...]
Last Words Not Final
The final words of Jesus were not His last. They were a new beginning. I hope to reflect on Holy Week differently than the fifty-one weeks cluttered with rush and stuff. I hope to keep it holy. Set apart. And so, reading in the gospels this morning, I imagine what it would be like to be a part of the crowd(s) during the … [Read more...]
Thirteen Hours Away
At this moment, spring is about 13 hours away. I'm writing at 6:13 am Tuesday. But, after 13 hours I’ll still be waiting for spring to look like spring. What I’m seeing with the naked eye right now is snowdrops and robins, a mixed message. It can be the same within our life circumstances. We may have the hope of spring, but … [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...]