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{ lenten reflections : depravity and death }
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{ lenten reflections : depravity and death }

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I meant to post my Holy Week reflection for Good Friday later in the day yesterday. Sadly, my schedule did not allow the time to post three times in one day. I may have been a tad delusional in thinking that a realistic goal; even still, the events of that day were rolling around in my head and my… Continue reading { lenten reflections : depravity and death }

{ lenten reflections : sacrifice and silence }
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{ lenten reflections : sacrifice and silence }

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Yesterday, day five of Jesus’s final week, is most commonly known as Maundy Thursday. In order to catch up and be in sync with the timeline of events for the rest of this sacred week, I’m posting today for day five of my Holy Week reflections, and another post will follow later with my reflections… Continue reading { lenten reflections : sacrifice and silence }

{ lenten reflections : worship and betrayal }
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{ lenten reflections : worship and betrayal }

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Day four of Jesus’s final week was a Wednesday. Due to illness at the beginning of the week, I am behind on posting my Holy Week reflections on Jesus’s activities and teachings each day of that week. I had originally intended to just accept being behind and do one day at a time, but today is… Continue reading { lenten reflections : worship and betrayal }

{ lenten reflections : curses and comforts }
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{ lenten reflections : curses and comforts }

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Day three of Jesus’s final week was a Tuesday, and so today we pretend it is Tuesday as I share my Holy Week reflections on His activities and teachings that day. After clearing out the temple on Monday, Jesus again spent the night in Bethany. Tuesday morning He awoke and headed back into the city… Continue reading { lenten reflections : curses and comforts }

{ lenten reflections : upheaval and cleansing }
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{ lenten reflections : upheaval and cleansing }

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Day two of Jesus’s final week was a Monday. I’m just going to pretend today is Monday and follow the advice to “slow our pace a little, walking through Scripture’s narrative of the events that took place between Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday . . . [stepping] purposefully with Christ . . . as He approaches… Continue reading { lenten reflections : upheaval and cleansing }

{ lenten reflections : tears and triumph }
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{ lenten reflections : tears and triumph }

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First, let me begin this post by apologizing for not posting on Sunday, as has become my custom. I woke up that morning feeling horrible: pounding head, zero energy, really tired, irritated throat and sinuses—you know the drill. By God’s grace alone I made it to church on time and was even able to pay attention, worship deeply,… Continue reading { lenten reflections : tears and triumph }

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I had several things I was trying to choose between for today’s post. Please forgive me for not posting any of them. I just found out a little while ago that one of my precious aunts passed away last night unexpectedly.

Rather than try to  fight the effects of grief and then beat myself up for losing, I choose instead to simply ride them out and be grateful that God in His perfect knowledge saw fit to gift me a completely unscheduled weekend in which I can let grief be what it is without having the pressures and demands of life and work trying to hurry me through the process.

But please know this: I. Hate. Death. And I believe that is a God-ordained, God-originated hatred. Death is a reminder of all the ways creation is broken, a reminder that things are not as they should be, that we are not as we should be. Lent reminds me that centuries ago, Jesus came and served Death its eviction papers. Death’s days are numbered, and one day I will dance exuberantly on its grave, together with my grandmother, brother, and aunts, and celebrate unfettered the reality that we will never, NEVER experience the likes of it again, nor even suffer its memory!

Now, if anyone needs me, I may be found sitting on the couch with Pops, maybe crying but definitely stitching, and letting life be what it must be . . . for now.