Now, to love, is an art. To look deeply into each person we meet and see the form of greatness that lies within requires an artist’s eye. To be the implement that helps to bring out that form requires an artist’s touch. To blend all of the themes of a life into symphony requires an artist’s ear.
Month: April 2011
Creator’s Heart, part one.
We have pulled down the Romance of God and replaced it with the golden calf of expedience and security. And so, we have lost our art; and our heart.
Resurrection Day
Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here. He is risen. He is risen, indeed. Wake up you sleeper. For who among… Read more “Resurrection Day”
Passion Week, Saturday: Waiting in the Dark
Loss. Disillusion. Dissolution. The writers of the Gospels don’t spend ink telling us how they felt on Saturday. It was the Sabbath and nothing could be done,… Read more “Passion Week, Saturday: Waiting in the Dark”
Passion Week, Good Friday: Courage
He was an old man, but full of energy, and his brown eyes merrily peered out of the tangled web of laugh lines and stress marks that… Read more “Passion Week, Good Friday: Courage”
Passion Week, Thursday: Foundations
Maundy Thursday. Thursday, during the day, again we have no recorded activity. Jesus knew what was coming, He took His time getting back into town. Redemption was… Read more “Passion Week, Thursday: Foundations”
Passion Week, Wednesday: When the Going Gets Tough
I’m sure He prayed, ate some of Martha’s locally famous rhubarb pie, played a game of chess with Lazarus, who had become amazingly hard to beat lately, and listen to Mary giggle as she told Him funny stories about her childhood. I bet he got up early and went fishing with Peter, Andrew and the gang. You know they gave Judas the business because He was in a somber mood and Jesus had to tell Thomas to quit worrying about seventy-two times.
