Thursday, April 5, 2012

Holy Thursday

I'm stirring at 4 am, restless with anticipation, unsettled with the status quo, seeing the world more clearly in the dim light of pre-dawn; this is what Holy Week feels like.


And the promise of Easter runs through it all, even as we've yet to celebrate, He is risen, He is risen indeed; we know, unlike that first Good Friday so long ago, we know He is victorious. And even in sorrow, we hope.

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