silent saturday

"But after I am risen, I will go before you into Galilee." Mark 14:28

three hours of darkness

"And when the sixth was come, there was darkness* over the whole land until the  ninth hour..."

                                                                                                 Mark 15:33

*obscurity, literal darkness

Today, the day the Church calls Good Friday, the sun hides between clouds for the most part, a silvery shady sense of questioning is in the sky. I am trying to imagine what it would be like to be enveloped in darkness as the Scripture states- obscure, black, no shadows, groping in the dark- perhaps lighting an oil lamp, hands trembling.

 Once more  my moments prioritize being a Martha with a Mary's heart...my role is etched on this day.


Whoever is present at my house on Good Friday at 3:00 p.m. will be served tea and hot cross buns. We gather, we remember, we read the Word, and we pray.

Maundy Thursday

Reading the excellent Lent devotional, Reliving the Passion, by Walter Wangerin, Jr.

But here true to home I am pondering foot washings. Sometimes it looks like it involves serving childen and grandchildren that abound; visiting, creating joy, life colliding, messes being made.
Yet through it all I learn the humble act of foot washing...and it is glorious.

"If you know these things, happy are you if you do them." John 13:17

reflections

 As Lent has begun I am setting aside special time to read Scriptures and special devotionals intended for this season.  Reflections stream from these readings as I seek to understand and hear His voice in the daily mixings and rumblings of daily life.

Photos snapped with my Canon Rebel: 

An antique- framed picture, given to me by a friend years ago;

and a *Willow* figurine given to me by Rose on my birthday where"Grandmother" is etched on the bottom. She gave it to me days before my actual birthday party because she was so excited to give it to me and couldn't wait a day longer. I used a white coloring pencil to make her hair white, as some of us grandmothers are perceptibly adorned.