So, What about Easter Monday?

Today I got to go on a long, quiet run.  It had rained all night and into the morning, so few other people had yet to venture out into the grey day.  After a stormy night the morning had dawned cold, damp, and still, but a few miles into my run the sun came out, and in the wet morning the trees sparkled.  It seems like spring has come rather slowly this year—it always does when a lovely sunny day is followed by a plunge in temperatures that forces me to reach again for my winter coat.  But today new life was undeniably all around me.

As I ran, I couldn’t help thinking that nature was playing out the drama of the Easter weekend we just celebrated.  Through the night of Good Friday it is dark and ominous, and the world feels mournful and crumbling at the seams.  When the storm subsides, we wait in the cold, still place between death and life.  But in the morning—oh, in the morning!  Hope springs new, and the resurrection sun pierces the darkness, and we can shout with the chorus of the song:  “I’m alive, I’m alive because He lives!” Continue reading

For When Your Soul Needs a Cup of Coffee

The past couple of weeks around our house have been a little…well, if not ugly exactly, then not very pretty.  As happens too often in my life, overcommitment, upcoming plans, and unexpected challenges have all converged into the same space of time, leaving me feeling frantic, a little claustrophobic, and a bit like throwing a temper tantrum.

For the past year and a half, I’ve been trying to end my day by writing down three things I was thankful for that day.  I confess that more than once in the past week or so the very fact that the day is at an end has made the list.

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Waiting for a Christmas Baby

As I type this morning, I’m sitting by my Christmas tree in what will certainly prove to be one of the few quiet moments between now and Christmas.  It’s kind of a weird build up to Christmas for us this year, since sometime in these few weeks I’m going to have a baby.  That means that this year the preparations, anticipation, and, yes, chaos of the Christmas season are all tangled up with the preparations for and anticipation of the tiny babe who will arrive in our lives near the end of December. Continue reading

Just the Right Skills for the Job

I’ve been reading through Exodus this fall and feeling captured by the drama of the story—the plagues, the Passover, the dramatic rescue at the Red Sea, the manna and the quail—and by the larger-than-life characters—Pharaoh of the hardened heart, Aaron, who could speak with power, Joshua, the faithful army captain, Moses, who spoke and the voice of God answered him.

And then suddenly all of this intense action culminates in…a construction project.  Exodus 25-30 lays out the instructions for building the tabernacle in such intricate detail that it feels like all the exciting drama and miraculous rescue has led us to a set of blueprints for a tent. Continue reading