Slow, Sit, Ponder, Pause

Slow, Sit, Ponder, Pause

May we slow, sit, ponder and pause. May we rely on Him Friday, trust Him on Saturday and celebrate Him on Sunday. And when the week begins and we forget, when the things stack up and the thoughts of Him slip our minds, may we look again to the cross, remember the...
The In Between of Easter

The In Between of Easter

We can breathe easy on Friday because we know Sunday is coming and all will be well. But on that long-ago Saturday? When the world was dark and tears never stopped flowing, mixing with the blood poured? As they longed to go to the tomb but weren’t able, as they...
Branches and Flags

Branches and Flags

On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
The Grace of the Grave

The Grace of the Grave

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him From rising again Living, He loved me...
When You Can’t Feel Jesus

When You Can’t Feel Jesus

Sunday healed what Friday broke but Saturday finds us holding our breath, stuck in the middle. Heaven waits patient and ready and I wait for redemption, reconciliation, restoration. I see the body broken and the Body broken and I weep and wail at the foot of the cross...