March 1
"It is not that I want merely to be called a Christian, but to actually be one.
Yes, if I prove to be one, then I can have the name.” — St. Ignatius of Antioch
I love this statement of faith.
"Actions speak louder than words," says it all.
Unless I act according to the grace given to me by God, how can I say I am a Christian?
The sacrificial love of God toward me, love that I do not deserve, love given to me freely, is motivation enough for me to love others as much or more than this God-love I receive 24/7/365.
It's not easy to love others as much as I am loved by God.
In fact, I fail more times than I can count.
In fact, I fail more times than I can count.
Yet, I can never repay God for the sacrifice of his Son, Jesus Christ, so that I might live in God's presence now . . . and forever.
March 2 It's Friday - Stations of the Cross
Every Friday during Lent we 'walk' with Jesus . . . his last tumultuous hours before he was crucified.
We clean it up with fourteen lovely 'stations' that lead us to the Cross via prayer and reflection.
We remember the story of Jesus' sacrifice.
He, who knew no sin, took all of our sin when he was sacrificed upon the Cross for us.
My forty days in the dessert, reflecting on Jesus' life . . . and death . . . continues to reveal to me the incredible love God gives me daily when I do not deserve it. God's grace is an overwhelming gift for me.
March 3 The Fig Tree was near death
In Luke 13 Jesus tells a parable about the fig tree that had been planted three years earlier and still did not bear fruit.
The fig tree is the symbol for the Israelites.
Once fruitful and multiplying rapidly, remaining focused on God, the Jewish people flourished.
But, when God sent Jesus into the world, there was a listlessness, a stunted growth, so to speak.
The Jewish nation, like the fig tree, was in dire need of a resurgence of life.
Jesus challenged God's chosen people to turn around, repent, return to their love of God and God alone.
Those Israelites who followed the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob were in the midst of the healer of healers, One who was and is and is to come . . . the I AM . . .
Those who followed and became Christ-followers were given new life simply by turning back to God and coming into His presence through Jesus the Christ.
The Fig Tree nearly died but ONE was sent to a dying nation so that God's people could experience resurrected life.
As they shared their story with the next generations, new soul-life comes to any and all who choose to turn around and let go of all that impedes our personal relationship with God through His Son.
March 4 Sh'ma Yisra'eil Adonai Eloheinu Adonai echad.
"Hear, O Israel, the Lord our G-d, the Lord is One."
It's part of the prayer, from Deuteronomy 6, that faithful Jews would pray every morning when waking and every evening when going to sleep.
They also added the scriptural phrase, "You shall love the Lord, thy G-d, with all thy heart, with all thy soul and with all thy might."
The prayer continues to this day for any Jew . . . or for any Christian who understands how we are grafted into the old covenant (John 15) through our faith in the New Covenant, Jesus Christ.
Jesus was sent by his Father to draw the old covenant people back to God.
Jesus came for the Jew first . . . and then the gentile.
Jesus came to bring to life the words of the 'Shema'.
Listen!, O Israel . . . Listen, those who wrestle with God,
the Lord, our God, the Lord is One . . . "echad" . . . one unit.
The word, "echad" can mean 'one' but also can mean 'one unit' as husband and wife are 'one' or one unit.
God and Holy Spirit of the old covenant are one unit.
God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit are "echad" one unit.
Therefore, we who believe in God through his son, as God commanded us when he sent his Son to us, believe in the God of the old covenant and the new covenant.
We can say the 'Shema' with the same conviction and hope and affirmation in our soul as any old covenant people who gave their soul to God.
"Sh'ma Yisra'eil Adonai Eloheinu Adonai echad."
March 5 Billy Graham 1918 - 2018
He died last week but a wonderful program about his life and ministry was presented on TV last night.
It was produced by the Billy Graham Association and was broadcast with only two short advertisements.
This nation does not understand the incredible impact he has made on this world.
For him to remain in New York City, preaching every night for sixteen weeks - decades ago- with thousands attending every night would be unheard of in this decade.
God sends evangelists who seem to lead revival only once per half-century, in my opinion.
One of the last televised interviews with Bill Graham was about five years ago.
After being asked a question about death, Billy enthusiastically said he was looking forward to it.
[After all, he would see his beloved wife, Ruth]
The documentary ended with these simple yet profound words: "Death is not an ending; it is a gateway to eternity."
March 6-7 Breathe
It's time to b r e a t h e.
I have chosen a very hectic schedule that past six weeks and now I can take a bit of time off.
I 'volunteered' to share words at one too many worship services each month and found myself squeezing in to many other options I enjoy.
The book group finished up.
The other class ended.
Emergency hospital visits seem to have calmed down as others' illnesses became fewer.
Now I can linger a little longer with new adventures.
I can spend more time working on my icon.
I can enjoy the botanical gardens.
I can simply sit on the porch, enjoy my cup of tea and
B R E A T H E.
Nice.
March 8 Back to fixing and fiddling
I thought I could get to my icon class a bit early and linger over boo-boos as I fix and fiddle with paints.
Never works.
I stopped to visit my two favorite friends in their 90s.
They are both in the care center . . . sharing a lovely room.
If a husband and wife are going to get sick they have done a great job staying together.
The skilled nursing unit is exactly where they both need to be right now in order to stabilize their bodies.
Each has a uniquely different malady but both are doing well for now.
What a joy to see their progress and chat for as long a they want me.
I linger longer than planned and arrive at class just in time to begin fixing and fiddling with paint.
I breathe deep and enjoy the quiet as we each concentrate on the challenges before us.
We are each pleased with our work and a bit surprised that these tiny blobs of paint are actually shaping up into something.
I have a long way to go but I so love these moments of bliss.
March 9 Believe in order to understand
March 10-11 Prodigal Sons: Home Sweet Home
I linger over words.
I hear words at the worship service.
All good, all from God, all stir my soul.
Why does this parable, heard and read many times, still penetrate my 'being'?
The obvious focus is on the son who demanded his share of the inheritance and then ran away from a loving, comfortable, grace-filled home.
But what about the brother?
Is he without sin because he obeys his father, remains at home and does all that is required of him?
What about his attitude?
Is he just as ungrateful as the younger brother when he pouts that a banquet was never given for him?
The father loves both sons, no matter what they say or do.
God's grace floods the words of this parable.
God's unconditional love surpasses all understanding.
God provides His banquet for all who understand their sin, ask forgiveness from the Father and repent of actions, attitudes, and all that blocks a loving, personal relationship with our Lord.
God loves us no matter how much we dishonor Him.
No matter how much we pout and demand the impossible from God, we are still loved.
In fact, God loves us so much that he often lets us have our way . . . in order that we might see how selfish we are.
"Serve the Lord with gladness," is no easy task.
Being a servant of the Lord is no easy task.
Understanding and obeying God's will for us takes time, takes meditation on God's words, takes discipline, takes loosening control over our desires.
The second son 'got it' but after loosing everything, especially his pride.
God wants all of us to come to his banquet table but we must be prepared, we must put on the clothing of salvation, we must enter into 'his gates' with thanksgiving . . . praise . . . obedience . . . selflessness . . . as his servant.
Jesus will help us . . . only if we ask.
We are all prodigals at some point in our lives.
What a delight to know that home is where the heart of God, the full presence of our Lord, resides.
March 12 GRACE
As I ponder words for tomorrow I am overwhelmed with the enormity of God's grace.
Not only does our Lord love us unconditionally, wait for us to make the decision to cling to him and accept his total presence in our lives.
But the Lord, our God, offers us ALL of what he offers . . . total inheritance.
I don't have to be the 'first' in line to receive a double portion.
I don't have to scramble to find a place in line to receive a dribble of what God offers.
All who claim devotion to God through his son, Jesus Christ, have ALL of the inheritance.
We receive power to heal God calls us to heal, power to give abundantly from what might seem a morsel, power to love the unlovable, power to receive all the Lord has for us . . . in abundance.
God's grace is so far-reaching that no matter how I try to out-give, out-love, out-do God, there is still an abundance of the Lord's gifts waiting for us . . . waiting for our 'yes.'
God's grace floods those who seek him . . . just as the blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ, covers those who say 'yes' and follow him.
God's grace is just as plentiful for those who have not yet said, "yes" to him by accepting Jesus, his son, into our lives to not only reside within us but to reside over our lives.
God is patient . . . as he floods us with his grace.
March 13 Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Someone told me a 'knock, knock' joke and it reminded me of the scripture passage.
"Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you shall find, knock and the door shall be opened to you."
I wonder.
Is this statement merely a proverb regarding our expectations from God?
Can we ask anything and be assured that God will provide the answer we want?
I don't think so.
As we grow in our knowledge of God's love and grace, as we seek a deeper relationship with our Lord, we might better understand what we want from God.
Do I ask for anything that pleases me and expect to receive it?
Or, do I seek understanding so that what I ask of God simply takes me into a closer personal relationship with him through his son?
First, God is waiting for me to ask that his presence reside within me and preside over my life.
As I seek to know and understand my relationship with my Lord, I will become more familiar with him, and more comfortable, allowing God to lead me according to his will.
When I seek a closer relationship with the One who loves me, I gain deeper boldness, yet deeper understanding when I connect with the Lord.
As I grow in my personal relationship with him I feel free to knock . . . and then knock again if I feel the need . . . and knock some more to show the Lord I mean business when I ask.
Asking is not merely a passing whim but serious business.
Only when I spend time getting to know the One who loves me, do I gain a deeper personal relationship and truly learn what love is all about . . . agape love . . . selfless love.
Because of my deeper personal relationship, I gain the holy boldness to ask, keep asking and even knock the door down asking.
"Knock, knock". . . "Lord, Help me to walk more fully into your holy space; I want more of you."
March 14 PI Day
I can't resist.
3.14
It's Pi day!
I read somewhere that people actually memorize as far as they can, this unending number.
March 15 Good as Gold
A happy day began with our weekly accountability meeting.
I've been with this Group for over 17 years.
Even when we moved away for nine years we'd return for vacation and I'd join them.
Cursillo, a weekend of awakening as I see it, was simply a long weekend filled with love.
No new turning point but a nice, sleep deprived, fun weekend.
As a lifelong continuation of this weekend, we are to join an accountability group.
I was invited into this
group of 'golden girls.'
They have witnessed golden moments of enormous change in my life . . . from lay to clergy . . . from joy-filled to deeply distressed . . . from wonder-full to 'a quart low.'
Today, as I use a new paint . . . gold paint . . . real gold in the pigment . . . I think of golden times with my dear, faith-filled sisters in Christ.
Each stroke of the brush brings brilliance and balance to my simple icon.
Good as Gold, says God.
Meditate, celebrate, embrace . . . moments, memories with each dip of glowing gold.
God's gilding in my life far outshines the gilding I add to this picture.
"Remember this moment," says my soul, "remember the golden moments shared with sisters, shared in this class, shared each day as I meditate on scripture, as I meditate on the story I am 'writing' in this icon."
God's glitter in my life embraces this golden moment.
March 16 YIELD
When I think of the word, "Yield", my mind pictures a large triangle just before an intersection.
I also think of the yellow light that resides between the green and the red light in major intersections.
"Yield."
A simple act that is obeyed instinctively when driving.
Yet, when I'm called to 'yield my will' to God, that is a totally different story.
I often run the red light in my life.
I just keep going until I seem to hit a wall of sorts.
The Lord is always protecting me.
I should have crashed and burned far more often than I have.
The simple word, "yield" is there for a reason.
"Hold back, breath deep, wait just a moment, look around, listen longer."
If I take just a moment to breath in the presence of the Lord, if I take just a moment to listen hard for further direction,
if I take just a moment to direct my attention to God,
I might actually learn something new.
"Yield."
A simple action yet so difficult when it comes to obeying the Lord thy God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit . . .
the One who gave His life for me, the One who leads me and guides me 24/7/365.
All I need to do whenever I need to discern direction is . . .
"Yield."
March 17 St. Patrick and Billy Graham
Everyone knows this is a grand day of Irish celebration.
Few know why.
Our society has become so secular that I often plead with the Lord for revival soon.
Yet, Patrick, of his own accord, chose to return to the place where he resided for six years as a slave after being captured by Irish druids.
Patrick was 16 when he was kidnapped.
A heartless druid priest purchased Patrick and sent him into the hills as a sheep herder.
Patrick often went without food and rarely was given the opportunity to be with people.
However, Patrick had been brought up in a devout Christian family and gained a strong relationship with the Lord.
Patrick said he "prayed to God one hundred times a day and often one hundred times at night."
Patrick was confident the Lord was with him and, later in his life, he reflected over the reasons God allowed him to endure six years before an angel of the Lord came to him in a dream and directed him to flee to the coast, 200 miles away, to catch a ship to Britain.
Patrick learned the druid culture and how to engage the Irish people in their own Celtic language.
He knew their culture, their lingo, their ways.
After his return to Britain, he chose to study to become a priest . . . and then became a bishop.
Twenty years after he fled Ireland, he returned and began to evangelize at the very place he was enslaved.
As each druid king came to know and believe in Christ, each area (county) became Christian.
Churches were built.
Saint's names were placed on druid markers over springs and worship areas, transforming druid territory to Christian territory.
In the forty years that Patrick evangelized throughout Ireland, the entire country was totally turned around and worshipped Christ.
Patrick returned to Ireland as an evangelist who transformed the entire Irish world.
Billy Graham came on the scene when the entire United States needed to turn around and embrace the full presence of God in Christ.
Again, it's time.
It's time to revive this "one nation under God" . . . the U.S. . . . so that this nation can once again turn around and embrace the full presence of God in Christ.
Blessed St. Patrick . . . Blessed Billy Graham
March 18 "I wish you enough."
I receive a weekly email from a blogger who finds affirming, wonder-filled videos to share with her thousands of recipients.
I was drawn into a short video showing a farewell between Father and Daughter after they shared beautiful, affirming words with each other.
A phrase they'd used for years is, "I wish you enough."
The story continued: I wish you enough rain to find joy when it is sunny.
I wish you enough sadness to see your blessings.
I wish you enough hard times to appreciate the good times.
The father then said, "my daughter lives too far away to visit often. This most likely well be the last time I will see her due to my health. Our last visit together, the precious moments we shared, must be "enough."
This little story reminds me to appreciate small gestures, a kind word in passing, connecting with friend briefly.
It is enough simply because it happened.
I am so thankful that whatever I receive is always enough.
And, if I give the very best from my heart to others it is enough even if it does not seem like I've spent enough time or energy . . . it is enough.
March 19 Resisting Happiness
It's a book by Matthew Kelly.
The book has been sitting on our coffee table for months.
I finally decided to pick it up while I was resisting cleaning dustballs around our abode.
How apropos.
The first thing Kelly points out is how we do everything we can to resist doing what we should . . . like cleaning the house?
I confess.
I had an apple . . . to give me energy.
Then I thought I'd read a chapter of this book . . . which turned into reading half the book.
I ate some more 'stuff' that was not all that bad for me but I was not even hungry.
THEN I decided to tackle chores I'd ignored for months.
Our baseboards were silently screaming to me, "Clean me, clean me!"
All kidding aside, Kelly emphasizes the fact that we can make a long list of everything that would make us happy but not truly achieve happiness if we were able to receive everything on that list.
Kelly says that life is messy.
As children of God we are called to walk into that mess and seek out ways we can make a difference.
We are instruments of God's grace as we share our gifts in the midst of this messy world.
Most of the time we resist.
We find every excuse not to do what we know will give us satisfaction . . . that which is pleasing to God.
Sometimes using our gifts takes work and time and may be difficult.
Yet, the happiness we feel when we have accomplished that which we are called to do is bliss.
Resistance hates when we turn to God in prayer.
Yet, ten minutes daily with God will make a world of difference in our lives.
The days I fudge on my time with the Lord I can feel it.
I feel like I'm a bit on 'tilt.'
I yearn for those quiet moments I can rest in God's grace, re-focus my attention on the Lord, and feel the refreshment that makes my soul happy.
Do I resist these blissful habits I've created over the years?
All the time.
I'm easy distracted.
But, when I stop resisting happy bliss takes over.
Nice.
March 20 - 22 Illumination
It's a new term for me.
It has to do with those beautifully hand painted pages in old bibles.
You know . . . the first letter of the first paragraph is huge and gilded and filled with swirls and flowers and such.
Then the rest of the page has drawings filling up every part of the 'white space.'
Illumination
I'm taking a three-day class and learning all the techniques involved.
Here are some pictures from a beginner.
Below is the beginning of the illumination of a "T"
It's a very old design so a side bar is added for interest.
I trace with pencil and then re-draw with calligraphy ink and simple ink pen.
Then I add this gold paint-like substance that takes well over an hour to dry because it's a humid day.
After two or three layers of paint you can see a small mound.
Then we add 23 K Gold Leaf - two layers.
My moist breath on this special paint binds the gold to the paint.
I place a piece of clear plastic on top of the gold and burnish it to make it shine like the sun.
I am now ready to paint.
I begin with the blue and then add 'shadow' in deep blue that will give a bit of interest when finished.
Next, I pencil 1/8" squares and use a special pen to ink them.
In the mean time, we learn about the different paints and mix pure gold leaf into what will be paint.
March 5 Billy Graham 1918 - 2018
He died last week but a wonderful program about his life and ministry was presented on TV last night.
It was produced by the Billy Graham Association and was broadcast with only two short advertisements.
This nation does not understand the incredible impact he has made on this world.
For him to remain in New York City, preaching every night for sixteen weeks - decades ago- with thousands attending every night would be unheard of in this decade.God sends evangelists who seem to lead revival only once per half-century, in my opinion.
One of the last televised interviews with Bill Graham was about five years ago.
After being asked a question about death, Billy enthusiastically said he was looking forward to it.
[After all, he would see his beloved wife, Ruth]
The documentary ended with these simple yet profound words: "Death is not an ending; it is a gateway to eternity."
March 6-7 Breathe
It's time to b r e a t h e.
I have chosen a very hectic schedule that past six weeks and now I can take a bit of time off.
I 'volunteered' to share words at one too many worship services each month and found myself squeezing in to many other options I enjoy.
The book group finished up.
The other class ended.
Emergency hospital visits seem to have calmed down as others' illnesses became fewer.
Now I can linger a little longer with new adventures.
I can spend more time working on my icon.
I can enjoy the botanical gardens.
I can simply sit on the porch, enjoy my cup of tea and
B R E A T H E.
Nice.
March 8 Back to fixing and fiddling
I thought I could get to my icon class a bit early and linger over boo-boos as I fix and fiddle with paints.
Never works.
I stopped to visit my two favorite friends in their 90s.
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| I 'red pencil' shading for hands and face I test for 'second skin' color |
They are both in the care center . . . sharing a lovely room.
If a husband and wife are going to get sick they have done a great job staying together.
The skilled nursing unit is exactly where they both need to be right now in order to stabilize their bodies.
Each has a uniquely different malady but both are doing well for now.
What a joy to see their progress and chat for as long a they want me.
I linger longer than planned and arrive at class just in time to begin fixing and fiddling with paint.
I breathe deep and enjoy the quiet as we each concentrate on the challenges before us.
We are each pleased with our work and a bit surprised that these tiny blobs of paint are actually shaping up into something.
I have a long way to go but I so love these moments of bliss.
March 9 Believe in order to understand
"I do not seek to understand in order that I may believe, but rather, I believe in order that I may understand.”
St. Anselm of Canterbury
I've often thought of this quote because I seem to want to seek to understand before I truly believe.
I want to know what lies ahead or how things work.
I recall the time I was asked to simply accept Christ as my Lord by faith in order for God to show me what I needed to understand.
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| In process. Looks a bit messy now. Many more layers before it begins to take shape. |
This only worked for me after I studied "Mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis . . . an English philosopher who used reason to draw himself, and others, into the Lord's arms.
I did take a step of faith only by acknowledging the 'theory' that Jesus is God. But by taking that step, my understanding did seem to draw me into a deeper belief in the presence of God in my life.
I slowly handed over my personal agenda to God as God revealed to me a deeper understanding of my relationship to him through his Son.
As I work on this icon, St. Anselm's quote continues to ring true.
I must believe in the 'method' being used to 'build' this story of Mary and Jesus.
I must believe each layer, each color, builds upon the last to bring forth something that I'd never imagine accomplishing.
This stage of the icon looks quite bleak but I continue to believe in the process in order to understand the completed 'story' this icon is revealing to me and to all who 'read' it.
I linger over words.
I hear words at the worship service.
All good, all from God, all stir my soul.
Why does this parable, heard and read many times, still penetrate my 'being'?
The obvious focus is on the son who demanded his share of the inheritance and then ran away from a loving, comfortable, grace-filled home.
But what about the brother?
Is he without sin because he obeys his father, remains at home and does all that is required of him?
What about his attitude?
Is he just as ungrateful as the younger brother when he pouts that a banquet was never given for him?
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| Just as I am a work in progress, so is this Icon |
The father loves both sons, no matter what they say or do.
God's grace floods the words of this parable.
God's unconditional love surpasses all understanding.
God provides His banquet for all who understand their sin, ask forgiveness from the Father and repent of actions, attitudes, and all that blocks a loving, personal relationship with our Lord.
God loves us no matter how much we dishonor Him.
No matter how much we pout and demand the impossible from God, we are still loved.
In fact, God loves us so much that he often lets us have our way . . . in order that we might see how selfish we are.
"Serve the Lord with gladness," is no easy task.
Being a servant of the Lord is no easy task.
Understanding and obeying God's will for us takes time, takes meditation on God's words, takes discipline, takes loosening control over our desires.
The second son 'got it' but after loosing everything, especially his pride.
God wants all of us to come to his banquet table but we must be prepared, we must put on the clothing of salvation, we must enter into 'his gates' with thanksgiving . . . praise . . . obedience . . . selflessness . . . as his servant.
Jesus will help us . . . only if we ask.
We are all prodigals at some point in our lives.
What a delight to know that home is where the heart of God, the full presence of our Lord, resides.
March 12 GRACE
As I ponder words for tomorrow I am overwhelmed with the enormity of God's grace.
But the Lord, our God, offers us ALL of what he offers . . . total inheritance.
I don't have to be the 'first' in line to receive a double portion.
I don't have to scramble to find a place in line to receive a dribble of what God offers.
All who claim devotion to God through his son, Jesus Christ, have ALL of the inheritance.
We receive power to heal God calls us to heal, power to give abundantly from what might seem a morsel, power to love the unlovable, power to receive all the Lord has for us . . . in abundance.
God's grace is so far-reaching that no matter how I try to out-give, out-love, out-do God, there is still an abundance of the Lord's gifts waiting for us . . . waiting for our 'yes.'
God's grace floods those who seek him . . . just as the blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ, covers those who say 'yes' and follow him.
God's grace is just as plentiful for those who have not yet said, "yes" to him by accepting Jesus, his son, into our lives to not only reside within us but to reside over our lives.
God is patient . . . as he floods us with his grace.
March 13 Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Someone told me a 'knock, knock' joke and it reminded me of the scripture passage.
"Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you shall find, knock and the door shall be opened to you."
I wonder.
Is this statement merely a proverb regarding our expectations from God?
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| My favorite photo taken by my brother who is now in the arms of the Lord. |
Can we ask anything and be assured that God will provide the answer we want?
I don't think so.
As we grow in our knowledge of God's love and grace, as we seek a deeper relationship with our Lord, we might better understand what we want from God.
Do I ask for anything that pleases me and expect to receive it?
Or, do I seek understanding so that what I ask of God simply takes me into a closer personal relationship with him through his son?
First, God is waiting for me to ask that his presence reside within me and preside over my life.
As I seek to know and understand my relationship with my Lord, I will become more familiar with him, and more comfortable, allowing God to lead me according to his will.
When I seek a closer relationship with the One who loves me, I gain deeper boldness, yet deeper understanding when I connect with the Lord.
As I grow in my personal relationship with him I feel free to knock . . . and then knock again if I feel the need . . . and knock some more to show the Lord I mean business when I ask.
Asking is not merely a passing whim but serious business.
Only when I spend time getting to know the One who loves me, do I gain a deeper personal relationship and truly learn what love is all about . . . agape love . . . selfless love.
Because of my deeper personal relationship, I gain the holy boldness to ask, keep asking and even knock the door down asking.
"Knock, knock". . . "Lord, Help me to walk more fully into your holy space; I want more of you."
March 14 PI Day
I can't resist.
3.14
It's Pi day!
Pi, or π, is the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. Because it is irrational, it can't be written as a fraction. Instead, it is an infinitely long, non-repeating number.
[This statement is taken from wikipedia]
It's a great day to eat pie too!
I read somewhere that people actually memorize as far as they can, this unending number.
I believe one from India has memorized up to 60 thousand places in this infinite number.
Must be a savant, genius.
So, the world keeps moving about as we obsess on Pi . . . or perhaps PIE, which is more nourishing for my soul, personally.
Enjoy Pi . . . or pie . . . day!
March 15 Good as Gold
A happy day began with our weekly accountability meeting.
I've been with this Group for over 17 years.
Even when we moved away for nine years we'd return for vacation and I'd join them.
Cursillo, a weekend of awakening as I see it, was simply a long weekend filled with love.
No new turning point but a nice, sleep deprived, fun weekend.
As a lifelong continuation of this weekend, we are to join an accountability group.
I was invited into this
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| Still much to do but the gold highlights are giving life to this icon. |
They have witnessed golden moments of enormous change in my life . . . from lay to clergy . . . from joy-filled to deeply distressed . . . from wonder-full to 'a quart low.'
Today, as I use a new paint . . . gold paint . . . real gold in the pigment . . . I think of golden times with my dear, faith-filled sisters in Christ.
Each stroke of the brush brings brilliance and balance to my simple icon.
Good as Gold, says God.
Meditate, celebrate, embrace . . . moments, memories with each dip of glowing gold.
God's gilding in my life far outshines the gilding I add to this picture.
"Remember this moment," says my soul, "remember the golden moments shared with sisters, shared in this class, shared each day as I meditate on scripture, as I meditate on the story I am 'writing' in this icon."
God's glitter in my life embraces this golden moment.
March 16 YIELD
When I think of the word, "Yield", my mind pictures a large triangle just before an intersection.
"Yield."
A simple act that is obeyed instinctively when driving.
Yet, when I'm called to 'yield my will' to God, that is a totally different story.
I often run the red light in my life.
I just keep going until I seem to hit a wall of sorts.
The Lord is always protecting me.
I should have crashed and burned far more often than I have.
The simple word, "yield" is there for a reason.
"Hold back, breath deep, wait just a moment, look around, listen longer."
If I take just a moment to breath in the presence of the Lord, if I take just a moment to listen hard for further direction,
if I take just a moment to direct my attention to God,
I might actually learn something new.
"Yield."
A simple action yet so difficult when it comes to obeying the Lord thy God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit . . .
the One who gave His life for me, the One who leads me and guides me 24/7/365.
All I need to do whenever I need to discern direction is . . .
"Yield."
Everyone knows this is a grand day of Irish celebration.
Few know why.
Our society has become so secular that I often plead with the Lord for revival soon.
Yet, Patrick, of his own accord, chose to return to the place where he resided for six years as a slave after being captured by Irish druids.
Patrick was 16 when he was kidnapped.
A heartless druid priest purchased Patrick and sent him into the hills as a sheep herder.
Patrick often went without food and rarely was given the opportunity to be with people.
However, Patrick had been brought up in a devout Christian family and gained a strong relationship with the Lord.
Patrick said he "prayed to God one hundred times a day and often one hundred times at night."
Patrick was confident the Lord was with him and, later in his life, he reflected over the reasons God allowed him to endure six years before an angel of the Lord came to him in a dream and directed him to flee to the coast, 200 miles away, to catch a ship to Britain.
Patrick learned the druid culture and how to engage the Irish people in their own Celtic language.
He knew their culture, their lingo, their ways.
After his return to Britain, he chose to study to become a priest . . . and then became a bishop.
Twenty years after he fled Ireland, he returned and began to evangelize at the very place he was enslaved.
As each druid king came to know and believe in Christ, each area (county) became Christian.
Churches were built.
Saint's names were placed on druid markers over springs and worship areas, transforming druid territory to Christian territory.
In the forty years that Patrick evangelized throughout Ireland, the entire country was totally turned around and worshipped Christ.
Patrick returned to Ireland as an evangelist who transformed the entire Irish world.
Billy Graham came on the scene when the entire United States needed to turn around and embrace the full presence of God in Christ.
Again, it's time.
It's time to revive this "one nation under God" . . . the U.S. . . . so that this nation can once again turn around and embrace the full presence of God in Christ.
Blessed St. Patrick . . . Blessed Billy Graham
March 18 "I wish you enough."
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| Since I will not be up north to see the Forsythia bloom this spring, this picture will have to be 'enough.' |
A phrase they'd used for years is, "I wish you enough."
The story continued: I wish you enough rain to find joy when it is sunny.
I wish you enough sadness to see your blessings.
I wish you enough hard times to appreciate the good times.
The father then said, "my daughter lives too far away to visit often. This most likely well be the last time I will see her due to my health. Our last visit together, the precious moments we shared, must be "enough."
This little story reminds me to appreciate small gestures, a kind word in passing, connecting with friend briefly.
It is enough simply because it happened.
I am so thankful that whatever I receive is always enough.
And, if I give the very best from my heart to others it is enough even if it does not seem like I've spent enough time or energy . . . it is enough.
March 19 Resisting Happiness
It's a book by Matthew Kelly.
The book has been sitting on our coffee table for months.
I finally decided to pick it up while I was resisting cleaning dustballs around our abode.
How apropos.
The first thing Kelly points out is how we do everything we can to resist doing what we should . . . like cleaning the house?
I confess.
I had an apple . . . to give me energy.
Then I thought I'd read a chapter of this book . . . which turned into reading half the book.
I ate some more 'stuff' that was not all that bad for me but I was not even hungry.
THEN I decided to tackle chores I'd ignored for months.
Our baseboards were silently screaming to me, "Clean me, clean me!"
All kidding aside, Kelly emphasizes the fact that we can make a long list of everything that would make us happy but not truly achieve happiness if we were able to receive everything on that list.
Kelly says that life is messy.
As children of God we are called to walk into that mess and seek out ways we can make a difference.
We are instruments of God's grace as we share our gifts in the midst of this messy world.
Most of the time we resist.
We find every excuse not to do what we know will give us satisfaction . . . that which is pleasing to God.
Sometimes using our gifts takes work and time and may be difficult.
Yet, the happiness we feel when we have accomplished that which we are called to do is bliss.
Resistance hates when we turn to God in prayer.
Yet, ten minutes daily with God will make a world of difference in our lives.
The days I fudge on my time with the Lord I can feel it.
I feel like I'm a bit on 'tilt.'
I yearn for those quiet moments I can rest in God's grace, re-focus my attention on the Lord, and feel the refreshment that makes my soul happy.
Do I resist these blissful habits I've created over the years?
All the time.
I'm easy distracted.
But, when I stop resisting happy bliss takes over.
Nice.
March 20 - 22 Illumination
It's a new term for me.
It has to do with those beautifully hand painted pages in old bibles.
You know . . . the first letter of the first paragraph is huge and gilded and filled with swirls and flowers and such.
Then the rest of the page has drawings filling up every part of the 'white space.'
Illumination
I'm taking a three-day class and learning all the techniques involved.
Here are some pictures from a beginner.
Below is the beginning of the illumination of a "T"It's a very old design so a side bar is added for interest.
I trace with pencil and then re-draw with calligraphy ink and simple ink pen.
Then I add this gold paint-like substance that takes well over an hour to dry because it's a humid day.
After two or three layers of paint you can see a small mound.
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My moist breath on this special paint binds the gold to the paint.
I place a piece of clear plastic on top of the gold and burnish it to make it shine like the sun.
I am now ready to paint.
I begin with the blue and then add 'shadow' in deep blue that will give a bit of interest when finished.
Next, I pencil 1/8" squares and use a special pen to ink them.
The bowl to the right is the result of a long process.
First I put 4 drops of a gummy substance into the bowl.
Slowly I press (with my finger) 6-7 sheets of 23K gold into the gum.
I then add water a drop at a time as I stir for 40 minutes.
My finger was full of gold and gold stuck to the entire bowl.
But, when we add a 'wash' of water at the end, all the gold floats into the water.
We then let it sit overnight so the gold will settle to the bottom.
By morning, the water is siphoned off and we have pure gold paint to work with.
So fun!
March 23 Illumination: A Challenging Art
As class continues, I become more challenged.
This is definitely not my gift.
Yet, we have a very patient teacher.
We move from 'diaper' design . . . a grid-like pattern . . . to 'white vine' design . . . painting around a vine that remains white and winds up the specific letter.
This is the "G" with shading and the violet color painted on before placing a dark 'grid' in the middle.
The 'diaper' pattern begins with white streaks crossing the lines of the grid.
Here are a few examples of my 'finished' . . . sort of . . . pieces.
By the end of class I still needed to outline and 'clean up' my little masterpieces.
Below is the ancient T for my hubby.
I have yet to emboss each gold square with a dot and X and then add the black outline . . . but the process to get this far is amazing.
I am surprised by my patience . . . my willingness to spend over an hour on each piece.
I'm also surprised that I am able to paint in such tiny spaces.
My hands seem to move spasmodically most of the time.
Yet, with incredible concentration and little breaks, I completed my tasks satisfactorily.
I decided, after much thought, that I would have rather completed an entire page with Letter, design and calligraphy.
But I also realized that this may have taken several more days.
I'm glad I have the fundamental idea of 'illumination.'
I even made a B for my niece's visit.
Fun!
March 23 Illumination: A Challenging Art
As class continues, I become more challenged.
This is definitely not my gift.
Yet, we have a very patient teacher.
We move from 'diaper' design . . . a grid-like pattern . . . to 'white vine' design . . . painting around a vine that remains white and winds up the specific letter.
The 'diaper' pattern begins with white streaks crossing the lines of the grid.
Here are a few examples of my 'finished' . . . sort of . . . pieces.
By the end of class I still needed to outline and 'clean up' my little masterpieces.
Below is the ancient T for my hubby.
I have yet to emboss each gold square with a dot and X and then add the black outline . . . but the process to get this far is amazing.
I'm also surprised that I am able to paint in such tiny spaces.
My hands seem to move spasmodically most of the time.
Yet, with incredible concentration and little breaks, I completed my tasks satisfactorily.
I decided, after much thought, that I would have rather completed an entire page with Letter, design and calligraphy.
But I also realized that this may have taken several more days.
I'm glad I have the fundamental idea of 'illumination.'
I even made a B for my niece's visit.
Fun!
March 24
Botanical Gardens
What a JOY for my niece to visit for the day.
We had no idea that nearly 3,000 would be at the gardens today, much less that we'd enjoy additional exhibits from garden clubs all over the area.
The grounds are so large that we did not feel crowded at all.
We sauntered slowly and enjoyed acres of beauty mixed with very practical gardening ideas.
Even dining at the cafe seemed easy as there was plenty of space and the food was delicious.
Conversation, fresh air, floral beauty, a perfectly warm day and some serendipity were enjoyed by both of us.
March 25 Palm Sunday
This day is split between triumph . . .
"Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the kingdom of our father, David, that is to come! Hosanna in the highest." Mark 11:9-10
. . . and tragedy . . . "Crucify him, crucify him."
One moment we celebrate the 'king' riding into Jerusalem and the next moment our hearts break with grief over Jesus who is condemned to death.
It's an emotional day . . . which begins an emotional roller coaster of a week . . . Holy Week . . . the most sacred week of the year for Christians.
Much to ponder . . . much to praise . . . for I do not have to sacrifice an unblemished lamb so it's blood will cover my sins.
The Lamb of God, sacrificed once, for all, sacrificed for me, has covered my sin so that I am seen by God as pure and holy and 'unblemished.'
The story never gets old.
My joy and thanksgiving can never be enough to repay God for his sacrifice.
March 26 "C"
I think I'm on a roll.
I meet with my sister in a couple days so I thought I'd try another letter.
Don't look close.
Just when I think I'm steady my brush moves spasmodically.
Not to worry.
I simply take the other color and patch it up.
Unfortunately, I was 'patching' one space after another.
It was fun, though.
Three hours later I have a little gift from myself to give away.
She'll be very gracious and say kind words.
My novice work cannot compare to her professional botanical art gifts.
Yet, that does not matter.
It's a gift . . . a kind gesture that will be graciously received.
March 27 Blessed Worship
Today I was blessed to lead a worship service at the Care Center.
The first row is wide enough to fit ten wheelchairs.
We scatter the rest around the room with people in chairs
beside them.
Bulletins with a lovely picture on the front are given out.
For some, just holding them is a real treat.
They smile, and laugh and help one another stay find the right page of the booklet . . . or not.
Today I tell the story of Jesus' journey to the Cross from Palm Sunday to the crucifixion to Resurrection Sunday.
Needless to say, I kept it simple.
They all knew the story but listened intently.
This is all the 'church' they will get so we made it a special celebration.
They are so appreciative.
I know most of them well by now.
I receive so very much from them when I receive their gift of a smile or hug.
I'm blessed.
Nice.
March 28 Conversation
We met for the second time . . . a month from the last visit.
This time we sat in an outside setting with a slight breeze eating organic food that tasted quite good.
This time the conversation flowed from one topic to the other . . . family, politics, likes and dislikes, our sense of purpose and those activities that seemed to fill our souls.
We are totally opposite in ideology and perspective.
Yet, we found common ground and mutual areas of curiosity.
We encouraged each other and gave shared good ideas.
As we age we have found ways to simplify our lives by eliminating that which simply takes up time.
Seeking satisfying goals brings greater joy.
I will always love her as my sister.
It's good to stay in touch through conversation.
March 29 Maundy Thursday
We celebrate this day as the beginning of the Triduum . . . three days in which we follow Jesus through his preparation for death, his death by crucifixion and the first light of the vigil before the resurrection.
Maundy, from the Latin: Maundate = Mandate
Christ mandated that we love the Lord, thy God with all our heart, soul and mind and that we love our neighbor as ourselves.
Pretty hefty mandate.
This evening we walk through the last evening Jesus spent with the disciples.
We begin with a passover seder.
Then we move from this ceremonial meal into the worship service.
The priests humble themselves by washing feet of those who come forward . . . which almost everyone did.
Then we give homage to the crucifix as we bow or kiss Jesus feet.
We share the last supper as we consume the sacrament of bread and wine . . . the body and blood of Christ.
What is left we take to a special place where individuals will keep watch through a certain hour of the night.
We close with emptying out the worship space, the sanctuary, of all the symbols that remind us of the Divine Presence.
Crosses, candle holders, banners, altar coverings, priest vestments, anything that shines.
A hollow, empty space is left.
This 'emptying out' is preparation for the next day when we walk to the Cross with Christ.
It's my favorite service of the Triduum.
March 30 Crucify Him!
Such piercing words.
It's a tough day for my soul.
I read scripture that makes me cringe.
Jesus was mocked and beaten.
A crown of thorns was pressed into the skin of his skull.
Totally without sin, Jesus is convicted by the crowd: Crucify him!
The crowd, made up of those who know the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
They follow the commandments and make sure their
required sacrifices in the temple are without blemish.
They know about blood sacrifice to cover their sins.
Yet, they forgot prophecy that runs through old covenant scripture.
God planned this when He sent His only begotten son to us.
Jesus gave his will over to the Father to do what must be done.
Jesus was given to us to be the blood sacrifice, to be the pure, unblemished lamb who was slaughtered for us.
Pilate did not see enough guilt in Jesus to sentence him to death. Scourging would have been enough.
Yet, the crowd convinced Pilate to nail Jesus to the cross.
God's plan, the cruelest death bestowed upon humanity.
Yet, being nailed to the Cross, having his body and soul and spirit crushed, mutilated, was not the worst.
When Jesus took all the sin of humanity, past and present and future, upon himself . . . when Jesus, the sinless one, became sin for us, he suffered the greatest agony.
Jesus, by taking our sin upon himself and covering it with his shed blood, had to separate from the Father . . . even if it was a millisecond (God's time is not our time).
We will never suffer the agony of being separated from the Father because Jesus did it for us.
God will never leave nor forsake those who give themselves fully over to God through His Son, Jesus, the Christ.
When we allow Jesus Christ to reside in us through the power of the Holy Spirit . . . and then allow him to fully preside over our lives, we will not feel the anguish of death as Jesus did.
Jesus 'crucified' our sin by his death.
A tough day to reflect and envision Jesus suffering such agony for us.
Yet, if we do not suffer with Christ through the Crucifixion, we can never really appreciate the Resurrection.
Resurrection does not happen without crucifixion.
Just like Christ, we must be willing to die to our old self before we can fully understand our own resurrected life.
Jesus led the way.
All we have to do is say 'yes' to God and follow Him.
March 31 The New Fire
We celebrate the Vigil of Easter, the night before the day of resurrection, with 'new fire.'
Remember that life as Christians knew it seemed over when Jesus was crucified.
It's like a black veil was tossed over the thousands who had believed in this One who was a prophet of prophets, who was the Divine in the flesh.
The sense of emptiness, darkness, nothingness must have been overwhelming.
But, because of the sabbath, they had to wait to go to the
tomb.
Only when the light of the new day was seen on the horizon could the women go to the tomb to grieve and embalm Jesus' body.
This night, unlike all other nights, was a special night.
The fire had gone out of the people, the fire was snuffed out of Jesus . . . for a moment.
Yet, the light of hope pulsed through those who saw the empty tomb.
There was a 'new fire' of wonder . . . or resurrection . . . that passed through the believers.
And so we sing as we come up the aisle with 'new light' . . .
"The Light of Christ, the Light of Christ, the Light of Christ."
The light of God's unending presence has pierced the darkness.
We celebrate this 'newness of life.'
It's only the beginning . . .
wait until tomorrow!
Botanical Gardens
What a JOY for my niece to visit for the day.
We had no idea that nearly 3,000 would be at the gardens today, much less that we'd enjoy additional exhibits from garden clubs all over the area.
The grounds are so large that we did not feel crowded at all.
We sauntered slowly and enjoyed acres of beauty mixed with very practical gardening ideas.
Even dining at the cafe seemed easy as there was plenty of space and the food was delicious.
Conversation, fresh air, floral beauty, a perfectly warm day and some serendipity were enjoyed by both of us.
March 25 Palm Sunday
This day is split between triumph . . .
"Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the kingdom of our father, David, that is to come! Hosanna in the highest." Mark 11:9-10. . . and tragedy . . . "Crucify him, crucify him."
One moment we celebrate the 'king' riding into Jerusalem and the next moment our hearts break with grief over Jesus who is condemned to death.
It's an emotional day . . . which begins an emotional roller coaster of a week . . . Holy Week . . . the most sacred week of the year for Christians.
Much to ponder . . . much to praise . . . for I do not have to sacrifice an unblemished lamb so it's blood will cover my sins.
The Lamb of God, sacrificed once, for all, sacrificed for me, has covered my sin so that I am seen by God as pure and holy and 'unblemished.'
The story never gets old.
My joy and thanksgiving can never be enough to repay God for his sacrifice.
March 26 "C"
I meet with my sister in a couple days so I thought I'd try another letter.
Don't look close.
Just when I think I'm steady my brush moves spasmodically.
Not to worry.
I simply take the other color and patch it up.
Unfortunately, I was 'patching' one space after another.
It was fun, though.Three hours later I have a little gift from myself to give away.
She'll be very gracious and say kind words.
My novice work cannot compare to her professional botanical art gifts.
Yet, that does not matter.
It's a gift . . . a kind gesture that will be graciously received.
March 27 Blessed Worship
Today I was blessed to lead a worship service at the Care Center.
The first row is wide enough to fit ten wheelchairs.
We scatter the rest around the room with people in chairs
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| My dear friend comes to worship as often as she can. She always smiles. |
Bulletins with a lovely picture on the front are given out.
For some, just holding them is a real treat.
They smile, and laugh and help one another stay find the right page of the booklet . . . or not.
Today I tell the story of Jesus' journey to the Cross from Palm Sunday to the crucifixion to Resurrection Sunday.
Needless to say, I kept it simple.
They all knew the story but listened intently.
This is all the 'church' they will get so we made it a special celebration.
They are so appreciative.
I know most of them well by now.
I receive so very much from them when I receive their gift of a smile or hug.
I'm blessed.
Nice.
March 28 Conversation
We met for the second time . . . a month from the last visit.
This time we sat in an outside setting with a slight breeze eating organic food that tasted quite good.
This time the conversation flowed from one topic to the other . . . family, politics, likes and dislikes, our sense of purpose and those activities that seemed to fill our souls.
We are totally opposite in ideology and perspective.
Yet, we found common ground and mutual areas of curiosity.
We encouraged each other and gave shared good ideas.
As we age we have found ways to simplify our lives by eliminating that which simply takes up time.
Seeking satisfying goals brings greater joy.
I will always love her as my sister.
It's good to stay in touch through conversation.
March 29 Maundy Thursday
We celebrate this day as the beginning of the Triduum . . . three days in which we follow Jesus through his preparation for death, his death by crucifixion and the first light of the vigil before the resurrection.
Maundy, from the Latin: Maundate = Mandate
Christ mandated that we love the Lord, thy God with all our heart, soul and mind and that we love our neighbor as ourselves.
This evening we walk through the last evening Jesus spent with the disciples.
We begin with a passover seder.
Then we move from this ceremonial meal into the worship service.
The priests humble themselves by washing feet of those who come forward . . . which almost everyone did.
Then we give homage to the crucifix as we bow or kiss Jesus feet.
We share the last supper as we consume the sacrament of bread and wine . . . the body and blood of Christ.
What is left we take to a special place where individuals will keep watch through a certain hour of the night.
We close with emptying out the worship space, the sanctuary, of all the symbols that remind us of the Divine Presence.
Crosses, candle holders, banners, altar coverings, priest vestments, anything that shines.
A hollow, empty space is left.
This 'emptying out' is preparation for the next day when we walk to the Cross with Christ.
It's my favorite service of the Triduum.
March 30 Crucify Him!
Such piercing words.
It's a tough day for my soul.
I read scripture that makes me cringe.
Jesus was mocked and beaten.
A crown of thorns was pressed into the skin of his skull.
Totally without sin, Jesus is convicted by the crowd: Crucify him!
The crowd, made up of those who know the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
They follow the commandments and make sure their
They know about blood sacrifice to cover their sins.
Yet, they forgot prophecy that runs through old covenant scripture.
God planned this when He sent His only begotten son to us.
Jesus gave his will over to the Father to do what must be done.
Jesus was given to us to be the blood sacrifice, to be the pure, unblemished lamb who was slaughtered for us.
Pilate did not see enough guilt in Jesus to sentence him to death. Scourging would have been enough.
Yet, the crowd convinced Pilate to nail Jesus to the cross.
God's plan, the cruelest death bestowed upon humanity.
Yet, being nailed to the Cross, having his body and soul and spirit crushed, mutilated, was not the worst.
When Jesus took all the sin of humanity, past and present and future, upon himself . . . when Jesus, the sinless one, became sin for us, he suffered the greatest agony.
Jesus, by taking our sin upon himself and covering it with his shed blood, had to separate from the Father . . . even if it was a millisecond (God's time is not our time).
We will never suffer the agony of being separated from the Father because Jesus did it for us.
God will never leave nor forsake those who give themselves fully over to God through His Son, Jesus, the Christ.
When we allow Jesus Christ to reside in us through the power of the Holy Spirit . . . and then allow him to fully preside over our lives, we will not feel the anguish of death as Jesus did.
Jesus 'crucified' our sin by his death.
A tough day to reflect and envision Jesus suffering such agony for us.
Yet, if we do not suffer with Christ through the Crucifixion, we can never really appreciate the Resurrection.
Resurrection does not happen without crucifixion.
Just like Christ, we must be willing to die to our old self before we can fully understand our own resurrected life.
Jesus led the way.
All we have to do is say 'yes' to God and follow Him.
March 31 The New Fire
We celebrate the Vigil of Easter, the night before the day of resurrection, with 'new fire.'
Remember that life as Christians knew it seemed over when Jesus was crucified.
It's like a black veil was tossed over the thousands who had believed in this One who was a prophet of prophets, who was the Divine in the flesh.
The sense of emptiness, darkness, nothingness must have been overwhelming.
But, because of the sabbath, they had to wait to go to the
Only when the light of the new day was seen on the horizon could the women go to the tomb to grieve and embalm Jesus' body.
This night, unlike all other nights, was a special night.
The fire had gone out of the people, the fire was snuffed out of Jesus . . . for a moment.
Yet, the light of hope pulsed through those who saw the empty tomb.
There was a 'new fire' of wonder . . . or resurrection . . . that passed through the believers.
And so we sing as we come up the aisle with 'new light' . . .
"The Light of Christ, the Light of Christ, the Light of Christ."
The light of God's unending presence has pierced the darkness.
We celebrate this 'newness of life.'
It's only the beginning . . .
wait until tomorrow!
