Blog - Lent

God said to Moses, “Remove your sandals, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”

I woke up to a rare bad dream the other night.

“As I listened to their emotional testimonies, I reflected on the human superpower that is empathy, the superpower that racism tries to choke off. Empathy led these innocent bystanders to wrack themselves with guilt following Floyd’s killing.“ Heather McGhee
“I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another.” Matthew 13:34
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Limits.

I didn’t get a Good Friday blog done yesterday.

Beauty, joy, self-care, and passion.

Baseball is back, and season of Lent or not, that totally deserves a hallelujah.

Gosh it’s been a humdinger of a month.

Loneliness.

Here’s the two-fold gist of this Ash Wednesday/Gearing-Up-For-Lent blog:

This past week, I celebrated my birthday.

We don’t have many Dust Bunnies at our home.

Below are photos from my home office (I’ve discovered that you can see them a bit more clearly if you click on them.)

A few months back, which was several years later than it should have been, I stumbled on poetry by Billy Collins.

So tomorrow, on Ash Wednesday, many–not all, but many–people in the Christian Church mark the beginning of Lent.

Twice in the last several months I’ve had occasion to tell the tale of the time I stood in front of my late husband’s closet, charged with choosing the clothes in which he’d be buried.

So the kidlets and I were in Target this morning, racing to get an errand done between church services and a meeting we wanted to attend.

It’s 8:04 on Tuesday morning, and I’m sitting in the waiting room at the hospital after just sending my son off to yet another surgery.

My daughter Else and I have settled in these last several nights to read Bridge to Terabithia.

In seminary, I was introduced to this piece by Valerie Saiving Goldstein, a groundbreaking essay entitled The Human Situation: A Feminine View, written in 1960.