holy week

This is a week in the calendar year like any other. Same days, same hours. Only what is remembered makes it different. Sets it apart. Passover. The remembrance of what God did for His people. Easter. The remembrance of what Jesus Christ did, for all people.

Irrespective of any religion. Or political position. Or persona.

Think about Adam and Eve. God created them after He had created everything else. They were not of any faith. God created them out of His love. And they were not created with strings or pre-programming. They had freedom. To enjoy, to choose, to be obedient. The serpent did not force them into a decision. He made a case for disobedience, presented it and Eve bought it. She chose to disobey God. Then she presented a case to Adam. He chose to disobey, too.

They did this out of their freedom. And subsequently the rest of us have been born into what they did, their failure in obedience to God.

So Jesus. He came, God in flesh. A Man with physical, temporal and spatial limitations yet God. He lived with us, ate, laughed, talked with us. He healed, performed miracles. Yet He had chosen to do something else even we could not do for ourselves. Take our sins, our sinfulness of then, now and future to Himself, a sinless, perfect God-in-flesh man. He was not a victim of the hatred for Him among the Priests and the indifference of Rome. He knew what would be because God’s love offered Him for this. And He chose to obey God, out of His own love for us.

Nothing we can do or offer or say can achieve what Jesus’ death on the cross and resurrection from that death does.

So we, too have a choice. We can choose to live our lives on our own sufficiency, without acknowledging Him, our need for Him which each of us has and we exhibit this need by attempting to fill it with many other earthly things… achievement, drugs, athletic prowess, friendships, status, name it, if it’s there and we think it’s important, we use it and it becomes an idol.

Because we, like it or not, believe it or not, were created by a loving God with a need for connection to Him. And Jesus is this connection for us. For all of us.

We can never, even if we don’t do anything wrong by human standards, become truly connected with God, our Creator. Not on our own. We need Jesus, who He is, what He did for us out of love and because we can’t.

And so each of us has to make a decision. Beyond what we believe is moral or right or truth. There is a truth beyond our laws, our beliefs, ourselves and we need Him. If we don’t choose Him we have still made a choice. Maybe we don’t make a choice today but we will have to someday and the sooner the better because none of us knows when our last moment, our last breath, the end of ourselves will be.

So this is what this week is about. Whether we choose to remember or not.

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Random thoughts

This is one of those days a friend of mine used to describe as when your forces are scattered. To me it’s just being scatterbrained.

It started off ok, well, sort of. I woke up at around 3 a.m. and could not go back to sleep so when it was about 5 I got up, fed Lily and we went for our run. The thing about this time of year is there is heavy dew on the grass, almost like it rained, so when we run on the road (with our reflective vests) Lily comes in with gritty gray flecks all over her lower legs, paws and underside. We get her wet day towel and dry her off which she loves because she likes nothing better than a good rub down or massage. Then I ate and got ready to volunteer for Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard, an emergency food pantry here for in-between food emergencies for people who are on a regular schedule with the other food pantries.

Then we drove to the park near the beach to walk the loop because it was predicted to rain only it did rain so we cut the walk short over the intracoastal.

I decided to do laundry because my son is coming to visit in a week or so and I have piles of clutter so I need something to help me procrastinate going through these and putting stuff away. I really wish I could live by my godmother’s motto: “A place for everything and everything in its place.” It is still grey and on-off rainy so I can’t put this off by going outside and playing in the garden. There is nothing for it I guess. I have to bite the bullet and put this stuff away.

After lunch.