Lent|Giving Up Death
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
Welcome to the Lenten Collection of A Deacon’s Musing. I hope these prose & poetic blogs are of use for reflection and listening during these 40 days. Please choose one of the Tabs to the left to explore further.
I do not think I am alone in this, and a quick Google search seems to lend some credence to my assumption that the word “popularity” conjures images of high school. For all the learning and challenges that we might have experienced during that formative time or are experiencing now, apparently, our memory of that time is never far away! Connecting this week’s musing, therefore, has been … interesting.
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
A Lenten Collection Lent: We walk into the gathering danger & doubt surrounding Jesus as he made choices that led to the Cross. This is a time of preparation & reflection. Where
Insight and energy give rise to new life as we speak out and act out our own version of truth, while checking and correcting it against the truths of others. But many of us
Time moves slowly. Beneath me a life – once lived – slowly gives itself back so something else will be. Its thoughts and choices, celebrations and regrets, a memory kept by some, lost by others. Here I stand, witness and marker, as time slowly moves from then to now to then again.