The Leaves of Lent
I wait in hope for Spring but sense a resistance to the regeneration of life. Dried, curled, fragile leaves remain attached to the tree limbs on which they sprouted and now stubbornly hang. A phenomenon known as marcescence, the leaves remain tethered to a bough and linger for as long as possible throughout the winter. It reminds me of the human struggle to cling to unhelpful beliefs or unhealthy habits, sometimes refusing to let them die and fall to the ground.
Say It Loud and Clear
Then Jesus asked his followers, “Who do you say that I am?” How often do I, like Peter, think as the world does and not as God does? In a world with so many opinions that contradict the Gospels, it’s easy to hear and follow a voice that is not God’s voice.
From Ashes to the Cross
You are dust
To dust you shall return
A cross
Grit, dirt, ashes
Smudged on our bodies
From the praise entering Jerusalem
That quickly turned to death
On a cross
The Messiah
The Anointed One
So many questions