There is something about the practice of Holy Week that is ingrained in me from childhood. On Sunday, in class, we talked about things we remember from our childhood celebrations of Easter and one of mine was Palm Sunday. I remember getting so excited to be given a palm branch at church. I am not…
Have you ever laid face down, flat on the floor of your home in prayer? It is in all ways, uncomfortable and humbling. Yet Jesus laid face down in an olive grove. On top of rocks and grass and bugs and dirt and prayed. He prayed in agony. He prayed so hard that sweat…
It’s a big day for me, so I have to be honest with you. I am interrupting Lenten meditations with a slice of real life because that’s what’s going on. Russ calls me the Queen of Part-time Jobs. I have held down an extraordinary number of them over my life. I even earned a “pension”…