And, now, I will begin the final organization of bulletins, objects, schedule that is always Easter. Usually, this task is monumental and exhausting. Ask me again on Monday, but somehow, this year... there is so much that is so 'very much' and seemingly impossible, that the glory of Easter in so many places and with so many services seems like --well-- do-able.
But, only if I start now. Now.
So, if I don't have the time to stop and reflect and write, please know that I am praying as I run from one thing to another, and that the joy and confidence and holy hope is busting out from within me.
At prayer this morning (Jeremiah 17:5-10, 14-17)
Thus says the LORD:
CursedLost are those who trust in mere mortals
and make mere flesh their strength,
whose hearts turn away from the LORD.
They shall be like a shrub in the desert,
and shall not see when relief comes.
They shall live in the parched places of the wilderness,
in an uninhabited salt land.
Blessed are those who trust in the LORD,
whose trust is the LORD.
They shall be like a tree planted by water,
sending out its roots by the stream.
It shall not fear when heat comes,
and its leaves shall stay green;
in the year of drought it is not anxious,
and it does not cease to bear fruit.
The heart is devious above all else;
it is perverse—
who can understand it?
I the LORD test the mind
and search the heart,
to give to all according to their ways,
according to the fruit of their doings.
Heal me, O LORD,
and I shall be healed;
save me, and I shall be saved;
for you are my praise.
See how they say to me,
“Where is the word of the LORD?
Let it come!”
But I have not run away from being a shepherd in your service,
nor have I desired the fatal day.
You know what came from my lips;
it was before your face.
Do not become a terror to me;
you are my refuge in the day of disaster.
Off I go. Not running away, but in to the thick of it. Thanks be to God.