Places 18: Silent Witness
Have you ever wondered what Jesus “will” was a on the night He sweat great drops of blood and cried out, “Not my will, but Yours be done?” This reflection and poem is about the olive trees silent witness to Jesus’ agony that night. Did they hear what He was praying about?
Places 17: Gethsemane
In the fun of colored eggs and family and all the beauty of the lilies and the “Hallelujahs” of Easter, I can focus so fully on the joyous triumph of “He is Risen” that the fullness of why Jesus denied Himself and choose His Father’s will—even death on a cross— falls in the background. Revising […]
Holy Week Thoughts
Tonight is Maundy Thursday. On Tuesday, while housecleaning, a friend found an original manuscript of Meet Me at the Cross. Because God touched her through it, she inspired me to revisit the book. I was surprised to see Jesus in new ways on pages I’d written long ago. I felt His Spirit wanting me to revise and share these short excerpts with my friends during Passion Week.
