holiest of weeks

March 27, 2018

Beloved:

    "Please don’t leave church simply expecting to come back to the lilies of next Easter Sunday.  That day will really mean next to nothing, except for bunnies, eggs, and spring celebrations, if you don’t travel through this holiest of weeks." ~ Sojourners

    I don’t remember a spring in which my daffodils endured such abuse with such grace and strength.  They are bowed but not undone.  I’d have given up under the ice and snow, but not them.  Their blooms are lush and full of color, even as they kiss the ground.  The lilacs are still holding back their buds, but I saw some green on a hydrangea bush, and irises are pushing through the mulch as well.  Nature all around reminds me that rising is not easy.  Something always pushes back, sometimes with more force than we ever might imagine, so that giving up makes sense and giving in comes easy.


    Weather.com says rain every day this week save Friday.  On Good Friday there’ll be sun.  How odd.  Maybe the weather can remind us to keep struggling toward the Light that came to claim us, to pick us up and carry us the rest of the way.


    We have church kin who are hurting and healing.  Pray for them every day.  Give them a call or send a card if you can.  I am ever so grateful to serve the gospel among you.

~peace & prayers,
pastor annette