Wednesday, February 22, 2012


I cannot box up my alleluias. Don't try to make me. 40 days isn't long enough to mourn the loss of Jesus' life, and it is too long to do so year after year simply to make the inevitable more dramatic. I know from whence I came. I understand the power of dust and I crave its mark on my head as a symbol of community and life together. I long for it as an outward sign of the imago Dei that is within me.

There were healings, blessings and a triumphal entry during the last 40 days of Jesus' life.  There were late night dinners with friends, laughter and a lot of bread breaking. Yes, there was sadness and fear. Yes, I need forgiveness and no, I will not box up my alleluias.


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