I wrote this post a year ago. I think my assumption then is true since it applies again this year... it's all Holy Week. I've made some adaptations for our current context, otherwise it's the same post from 2019. It’s Holy Week. And I’m feeling it, deeply. I’m feeling the tension and the betrayal and… Continue reading It’s All Holy Week
The Last Supper It’s Holy Week. And I’m feeling it, deeply. I’m feeling the tension and the betrayal and the fear. I’m feeling the despair and hope and wonder. There’s a lot held in these seven days. It dawned on me today: these seven days are our life. It’s all Holy Week. It’s all there… Continue reading It’s All Holy Week
About a month ago I started sneezing. I thought it was allergies, but I soon realized it was probably a cold. A week later the coughing started and while I was visiting my family in Tennessee I realized I needed to see a doctor. I was diagnosed with bronchitis and sent home with a steroid… Continue reading Returning
Jan Richardson’s blessings for Holy Week and Easter on are really speaking to me. I read one and immediately come across a stanza or two that I have to write in my journal to save for later. She’s given me a lot to ponder over the last few days. Here’s a bit from the one… Continue reading Living
Thursday evening during the Holy Thursday service we sang Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy. This line stood out to me: “Come ye weary, heavy laden, lost and ruined by the fall; if you tarry till you’re better, you will never come at all.” Jesus didn’t spend time with those who had it all together… Continue reading Resurrection