Waiting, waiting, we wait
in lengthened nights and
chilled soil and cloistered suns
for warmer, lighter, moister days
to dawn
From on high—and pulsing
in the depths—we hear
“Wait… Wait… Be still…”
and “Coming—
I did, I am, I will.”
Some of us feel overcome by a sense of failure, helpless yearnings, and hopeless waiting. During the gathering darkness leading to the Crucifixion, it’s hard to see the Light, feel the Hope, hold onto Courage.
Jerusalem, the City of Peace where there was no peace, the City of the King that had no true king.
But as Jesus and his disciples—accompanied by a large crowd—made their way to the city for Passover, something happened.
Easter Sunday As we say, as we sing, Glory to the King Almighty. Glory, Let us sing, let us say Christ has risen from the grave! The Lord is great, the Lord is good! He forgave us of our sins!! —Written by one of my granddaughters (age 10 or 11 at the time) during…
Snow on Good Friday We grieve when snow falls on Good Friday eve. What about the greening, the beginnings of spring? when like manna fallen from Heaven— “My body broken for you” into flakes and crumbs— soft, pure-white flesh spread upon all that lies both dormant and sprouting, at morn reflects the rising sun; except…
Easter (that is, Jesus’ resurrection) is the reason why I … have hope in the future. find prayer, praise, and song rising from within me. must also die but can also truly live. desire to tell others about the empty tomb. have something worth telling/writing about. want to publish the Good News!