My weekend hasn’t turned out exactly the way I planned.
The original intent? My Kairos teammates and I were supposed to be wrapping up Menard #16 today. But the Mighty Mississippi weighed in…with what the National Weather Service deemed ‘moderate’ spring flooding.
‘Immoderate’ is more like it: By mid-week, the creeping tide had turned the prison into an inaccessible isthmus.
There’s a way-in for staff, we’re told; but Kairos volunteers (and other visitors) will have to wait a bit for the Lord to:
‘…[open] a way in the sea and a path in the mighty waters.’
So I found myself with some time on my hands Saturday afternoon. A chance, for instance, to take up the rake and start cleaning out the winter debris from the landscaping bed by the front door of our house.
It’s a modest patch – measuring 11’ X 12’, and home to three healthy shrubs, one scrawny one, plus some hardy groundcover. Given its humble stature, I was surprised to discover just how many dead leaves had collected there.I raked…and raked…and raked…finally collecting what surely must equal an entire biblical sheave of deciduous detritus.
A bit more work than I was anticipating, sure. But in the end, I was glad to have gathered up the yard waste…because of the tender spring beauty, once hidden, that my efforts revealed.
This is not unlike the promise of Lent, I decided.
The great prophet Isaiah paints the picture for us. You can almost see him, leaning on a rake, beaming at his unexpected encounter with God’s ever-renewing beauty:
Remember not the events of the past,
the things of long ago consider not;
see, I am doing something new!
Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
I was just wondering where scribe Schroeder was these days of Lent ! Looks like we are making way for the palms we lay down next week, too. The sheaves of our sins measured stone by stone, as well.