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...
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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,...
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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...
View ArticleBut 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...
View ArticleThe Now and the Not Yet
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...
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