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“It’s Holy Week. Slow down. Remember. Do not run to the resurrection without tasting death. Walk with Christ, not past him.”
— Danielle Larson (via blakebaggott)
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 JMSMITH, Holy Week is the Twist in God’s Great Tale
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I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”
—"Small Kindnesses," Danusha Laméris
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The Thaw
(c) gif by riverwindphotography
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Spring Rain, New York, 1912.
John French Sloan, (United States, 1871 - 1951)
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The great Marc Chagall at work..
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✨ My belief that miracles have happened in human history is not a mystical belief at all; I believe in them upon human evidences as I do in the discovery of America. Upon this point there is a simple logical fact that only requires to be stated and cleared up. Somehow or other an extraordinary idea has arisen that the disbelievers in miracles consider them coldly and fairly, while believers in miracles accept them only in connection with some dogma. The fact is quite the other way.
The believers in miracles accept them (rightly or wrongly) because they have evidence for them. The disbelievers in miracles deny them (rightly or wrongly) because they have a doctrine against them.
-Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936), Orthodoxy
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It might be well for us not to turn away too quickly from Judas, with a feeling of abhorrence. He is nearer to us than we imagine. He did nothing else than to hold this last, inner position of man against God in a critical moment and with obstinacy. He profoundly perceived that with Jesus and himself it was either He or "I," and he decided for the "I." -Karl Barth (1886-1968)
 Lord, I confess that I have often betrayed You, seeking my own way.
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Spring thaw in the Rockies. Summit County, Colorado. Photo by Amber Maitrejean
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Another favourite photo of Alaskan nature photographer Amy Bragg. This gorgeous young fox gleams with health and vitality while she enjoys a drink of fresh cold water from melted snow
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Let us agree for now that we will not say the breaking makes us stronger or that it is better to have this pain than to have done without this love. Let us promise we will not tell ourselves time will heal the wound, when every day our waking opens it anew. Perhaps for now it can be enough to simply marvel at the mystery of how a heart so broken can go on beating, as if it were made for precisely this— as if it knows the only cure for love is more of it, as if it sees the heart’s sole remedy for breaking is to love still, as if it trusts that its own persistent pulse is the rhythm of a blessing we cannot begin to fathom but will save us nonetheless. From The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief © Jan Richardson (Wanton Gospeller Press, 2016). janrichardson.com
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✨ For he ever taught humility, and in himself gave the example.
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