Palm Sunday
“There is a Jerusalem of the heart. Our inner life also has its temple and palaces, its places of corruption, its gardens of rest, its seat of judgement.” -Malcom Guite
Sound of Terror
I grew in a confidence that no matter what came, I was prepared to protect and defend. No matter what, I believed I could and would survive.
Travel Bite #1
What is a Travel Bite?
It is the retelling of a moment that I captured in real time during years and years and years of travel.
Blessed Indeed!
I stood very still for a few moments, letting the sight of all the lights fill up my memory and my heart with the warmth of love and thanksgiving. Then I walked on the narrow sidewalk that crosses my back yard, swung open the second gate–between my yard and driveway, stepped up onto my back porch, and into my toasty kitchen where the aroma of garlic, oregano, tomatoes, and blueberry pie still lingered.
A Brown Paper Bag
I inherited my mom’s cookbooks. In the stack is a spiral bound cookbook she had purchased from one of my children’s school fund raisers: Aunt Bee’s Mayberry Cookbook.
I Was a Child
In about a week, we will celebrate Palm Sunday–the first day of Holy Week, perhaps the most celebrated week in Christianity. It begins with Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, recorded in all four Gospels (Matthew 21, Mark 11, Luke 19, John 12).
We Are Writing
Now, they were eager to write another limerick. This time the process went much faster and their laughter was more frequent and more boisterous. Together, we brainstormed and wrote.
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