Hello. It's time again for A Pause in Lent. Already! One more week until Easter Sunday. For dinner: a big pork loin, cheesy potatoes, asparagus, watermelon, and banana bread. For dessert: A cake covered with jelly beans. Easter dinner is easy. Last year I ate quite a few chocolate bunnies, but this year I do not think chocolate bunnies sound yummy. Maybe next year. Do you have an Easter dress or a special Easter outfit?
I would like one. If I had time (or the sewing magic mood) I would make a blue and white stripe cotton skirt, an underskirt of calico, a soft cotton (flouncy, very flouncy) blouse and a pink print apron. I would wear bunny slippers (you know, for the bunnies). Well, maybe I'll wear my ivory salwar kameez and the silk scarf that one of my students brought me when he returned from a wedding in India, just a short time ago.
But next week is Holy Week. After all the hoopla on Palm Sunday, when Jesus rode into town on a donkey and He knew what was coming and how He would very soon be bearing the world's sin . . . His friends would not stand up for Him. The world would turn very, very dark and our Jesus would die. Good Friday.
Then - the glorious Resurrection.
I've had 52 Easters. He IS the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
. . . and April showers are refreshing.
The blossoms are prettier than a picture.
It's windy enough for pinwheels.
And twenty-five years ago, I had an April baby. Remember the sweet smell of a newborn baby sent straight from heaven's gates?
Bill and I had a skillet dinner with lots of ketchup (ha ha, we are NOT fancy eaters) and I am grading written work. My students wrote about music, their favorite songs and how the songs they love connect to their lives. Some of them are so deep, so dear.
Lately, I've been playing music to read by at school. They like piano music and they've been reading their Hero's Journey novels with that lovely deep reading-zone look on their faces.
Just like the wind that blows the pinwheels, the Holy Spirit will blow into your world, into the corners of your house, into the recesses of your soul. You are loved. You are cherished. You are precious.
I wish you a holy Holy Week.
