looooong Good Friday

Perhaps my blog has been in a Good Friday of it's own. Closed off with a stone too heavy to move. Blogs, people, fields, animals...we are not unfamiliar with tomb-like living. There are fallow times for fields, hibernations for animals, and times in life of sitting in darkness and cold, with words, feeilngs echoing off the walls of an empty tomb. Somehow, somehow the stone is rolled away and we are warmed, brought into the light, heal and grow. And we see that, however silent friends and God might have seemed, we were not alone. This is Good News.

funny

I have been encouraged to "just post something don't worry so much about writing the perfect thing". Apparently, my perfectionist tendencies (who knew?), among other distractions, and there have been many over the last months - new house, holidays, an almost impossibly early Lent and now Easter - have kept me from writing here. So, when I came across this while preparing for my Easter sermon, I just had to share...

"I feel a little like the guy who spilled water in his lap -- no matter what he says, no one's going to believe him."
--Paul Bernstein in TWA Ambassador (November 1978)

enjoy!