Rising from the ashes, from the dust of earth rising to heaven, the court of the Lord So is this journey, from the burnt palms, a sign of the cross, marking us, on our skin, our lives coming, a journey, faces to Jerusalem, to that rising at Easter morning to the ascension into heaven
Slowing our lives, joining the steps of our savior traveling with him, witnesses, to his ministry to his teachings, his prayers, his suffering his choice of servanthood being with him on the mountain on the sea, in the desert, on the path on the road to Jerusalem, to the cross, to the grave
Walking these forty days, traveling back to those ancient days, so real walking with the disciples, with Peter, with James, with John, even with Judas, the weight of his trial the choices each of them would make on the way to the Upper Room, to the Garden, to Calvary
Spending time, with the risen Christ his mark upon us, from the ashes to the empty tomb From the parade into the city, the solemnity of a new covenant betrayal, the mocking in trial the weight of choice in the Garden, sweat like blood the despair of the cross, the cold of the tomb To the glorious rising, death, sin vanquished.
March 1, 2009 Lent, from Ash Wednesday to Easter morning