Manic Monday???

Yes, yes it is. Again! I was supposed to help Jennie paint the children's room at church today. Instead I have a leaky roof. Dave is of course fuming. It is our fault because we didn't seal it right away like we were advised to. He doesn't see it like that though. I'm actually not worried about it. What good does worrying do? Either we can get it fixed or we can't. It's weird how I can put complete trust in God for big things like the roof but not for little things like more work. Something I need to work on for sure. Well tomorrow I'm working. Wednesday the boys and I will be putting out signs with Rox-Anne (pastor's wifey) to advertise for our Easter Sunrise Service. Thursday is the twins science club and my twilight club. Friday I will be baking at least 5 dozen brownies for said Easter service. Saturday I'm working.
So if you don't hear from me this week, you know why. ☺

Shelly



Holy week



Then Jesus entered Jerusalem, and went into the temple. Mark 11:11



Yesterday in Jerusalem, and all around the world, Christians observed Palm Sunday, the day that commemorates Jesus’ triumphal entry into that holy city.



Riding on a donkey, he was greeted by ecstatic crowds who waved palm branches in celebration. In a matter of days, shouts of victory, “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” gave way to betrayals.

So quickly, Jesus went from being celebrated to being crucified.



Palm Sunday is the first day of Holy Week, a week in which Christian tradition marks the last week of Jesus’ earthly life. It is a week in which we retell and remember a biblical account filled with violence and tension, political intrigue and incredible cruelty.



Holy Week invites us to know the narrative of these final days experientially. It is a week marked by the darkest shadows, the tenderness of a communal meal and the way of the cross.



It is also a week filled with hope, a week that culminates in the mystery of an empty tomb. It is a week in which we know again that God always, mysteriously brings forth life out of death.



By Easter morning, if you have walked through the events portrayed by Holy Week, you will have intimations of hope—real hope. This hope springs from the valley of the shadow of death, from the vast gap where we cannot bring forth anything new of our own power and desire. The hope is known in the frontier of suffering and death, where we least expect it.



Enter the week, enter the story.

Pleae today read Mark 11 as we journey thru this Holy Week.

And listen with your deepest self as the events of the week unfold.



During this Holy Week, may I walk with Jesus as he has walked with me. Amen



Pastor Hersch