This week has pretty much been a blur, which is why this post is getting up a day later than I wanted. Such is the ministry life at this time of year, but so much the better, for the Resurrection is the centerpiece of our faith!
As this season of Lent comes to a close, I find myself both refreshed and excited for the season ahead. Though it’s not without some anticipation, because I know I’m stepping into an even busier time than the one I just left. Events must happen, studies continue, and children still need pouring into. But that is the beauty of this life I lead. That I can still glorify God even in the mundane moments of the day. No instance is too small to be of use to the King!
This is the final installment of the series. Click below to read previous posts.
Afterhours | Day 35
These moments are rare
When the house is silent
While people still inhabit it
And I’m not fighting for sleep
Because for some unknown reason
My internal clock
Hit a burst of energy
And now it’s just me and the cat
Playing chicken on the kitchen table
While I waver between
Reading
Or folding the small mountain
Of laundry
Neither of which are tasks
To be completed by a normal person
At such an hour
Grassroots | Day 36
It began with a few
Just a handful of
Ordinary men
Who probably never thought
They would ever be more
Than their nets and fishing boats
But they left behind the tax booth
The water and the wood
And traded it for something greater
Riding Shotgun | Day 37
Trust means
Getting in the passenger seat
Even when the destination
Is unclear
And letting the driver
Do what they’re supposed to
Sometimes I want to try
And take the wheel
Because I know best
Even though I have
Incomplete directions
But that’s the nature of things–
Leaving my journey
In someone else’s hands
Because I didn’t plan the trip
I’m just along for the ride
Sunsets | Day 38
How quickly the shifting occurs
The fade from blue to black
So subtle the change
That it’s almost missed
The transformation from day to night
Except for the display of color
Which, by the time you blink
Has vanished
Sixth Hour | Day 39
The owl perched above me
As if to remind me
Of the night
This creature who resides
Under cover of darkness
Whose life is lived
In shadow
So calmly examining the world
I invaded with my presence
It watched me as
A king of the night
Its majestic feathered crown hearkening
To a crown of thorns
Worn by another king
All those ages ago
When the sweat like blood
Poured down his face
When an innocent man
Took on death
And all hope seemed lost
When the darkness fell
Upon the earth
And the curtain tore in two
Red Lights II | Day 40
It’s an every red light
Kind of morning
Unwelcome interruptions
To my daily routine
Pauses that cause me
To halt
And simmer in frustration
I know it should be welcome
This time to reflect
On the blessings and the view
But sometimes
I can’t quite accept the gift
The disciples felt it, too
The disappointment of upheaval
Overturning of everything they knew
And all they hoped for
The greatest interruption of all
A Savior King
Crucified on a cross
And laid to rest in a tomb
Such a devastating pause
On the day between
When all hope seemed lost
When they were ignorant of the gift
Of the waiting
But it had to be so
For the world to receive
Light
That stepped down into the darkness
To bring about a new dawn