God got a head-start on the spring planting for me this year, I noticed. A bumper crop of maple seedlings has sprouted – just about EVERYWHERE.
A quiet moment in a chapel turned into a bit of a Revelation to me the other day.
On this, the sixth day of Easter, the Risen Lord turns up in unexpected places.
In recent weeks, I encountered a couple of ancient Rolling Stones – more venerable even than Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.
What did we go there to see?
The thought occurred to me more than once as we explored the dark, intimidating vastness of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.
I got my hopes up when our pilgrimage leader said we’d have the Garden of Gethsemane pretty much to ourselves.
Luke includes an intriguing footnote to his version of the Passion story: “All his acquaintances stood at distance,” the evangelist says (Luke 23:49). And no doubt, this is part of the reason I’ve always tended to think of Jesus’ final journey as a LONELY one.