33 times the bell tolls.
One for each year of Jesus’ life.
We sit in silence; in the dark.
A candle extinguished after each reading.
We sit in darkness.
The old church sighs with the years of reverence.
I want to sit here longer.
Many begin their pilgrimage to the doors.
The lights come on.
I want to sit in the dark a little longer.
I want to feel and remember.
What he did for me.
I wrestle with my thoughts.
Why did he give all. . . for a retch like me?
My soul yearns for this holiness; these moments of quiet reflection.
My life races each day.
So much to do.
So many people to see and feed and help.
The solitude in the dark in the church feels calming.
How often do we take the time to just be?
To sit with God. . . in the quiet.
Lent has come to an end.
We sit in between-
The day that went dark and the day that causes grown men to still shake their heads in wonder.
A love so great it conquered death.
Having lost a son I can imagine giving all so that he might live.
To want to conquer death.
We have been given such a gift.
Death has been swallowed up in victory.
I Corinthians 15:55
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”
Our death here leads to life eternal.
There is hope and oh, so much joy.
On this day in between, I rest.
I wonder .
May my soul be stirred.
May I seek each to calm the raging chaos and harsh responses.
I want to silence all the voices that attempt to divide, hurt and cause division.
There are ways to live while not agreeing on all things.
There is always common ground.
On this day in between I look for the quiet.
I’m leaning into the holy.
I want to linger.
I’m seeking to know and understand more of who God is.
May we ask the right questions to lead us more into His holiness.
May we rest on this day in between.