… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Once
by mistake
She tore a map
in half.
She taped it back
but crookedly.
Now all the roads
ended in water.
There were mountains
right next to her hometown.
Wouldn’t that be nice
if it were true?
I’d tear a map
and be right next
to you. ~ Naomi Shihab Nye
How would you tear a map?
The earth quaked, the sky darkened…”eloi, eloi, lema sabachthani” and none of it made sense anymore…the end?! Or a beginning?!
How do you wait in the darkness?
On Thursday they gathered one last time at the table, sharing the bread and the cup with stories of travels and encounters, of boats and garden, of oil and shekels…stories of freedom. Then, a whirlwind of activity and Jesus fell silent …remember me…
How do you remember the journey? Your journey?
On Wednesday anointing oil spilled over in abundance. A woman is bringing a respite from the darkness of this week…a powerful blessing, a sign of extravagant love, the pouring out of the Spirit.
Where do you experience that anointing in your life?
On Tuesday, Jesus was attacked with questions of why and how and what and when and who. Those asking knew the answers already. They were looking for a fight not a change of heart.
What questions lead towards a change of heart?
The path of hope is often long and rarely straight. Hope emerges from the darkest moments of grief and loss with unexpected twists and turns while urging us toward the light.
How do you move toward hope?
With the Eyes of the Heart 