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Where is the Holy in Holy Week?
Psalm 31:9-16 I was raised on the soundtrack of Easter. The churches I grew up in didn't "do" Lent. We didn't "do" Holy Week. But we "did" Easter, and we did it big: big choirs, big sermons, big altar calls, and big hymns that celebrated the nail-studded cr...

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Lent, Day 10: Wait
Maybe we are always in waiting, in waiting rooms, either slumped down in boredom or on the edge of our seat until the next thing (or even the first things) finally comes.

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Lent, Day 9: Place
I woke from dreaming sadness of leaving you, of missing your tidal rhythms, your storm waves and sunsets. In the landscape of my years, my heart and homes, your place will be held by magnolia pod, palmetto, moss, tiny crab, battle hymn, dolphin fin, myth.

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Lent, Day 8: Remember
We remember moments, the saying goes-- but I take note only of days of appointments, meetings, events, agreements. These I dare not forget. But where are the lost moments that fill these empty squares?

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Lent, Day 7: Path
Stubbornness and shame surprise me every time; they like to keep me struggling, far from the path of peace. They call me Quitter, Wimp, Chicken. I finally respond: Yes. Perhaps. And in the confession, I begin to find my way.

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Lent, Day 6: Covenant
Every canvas is a Promise: brush a fresh beginning over your mistakes or your old tired ideas or someone else's abandoned still-life. Remember the covenant: the beloved, flawed creation, redeemed.

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Lent, Day 5: Celebrate
We are taking care of business, and bears, and each other; finding our way; always looking for home. But are we prepared for an emergency, or a celebration? Are we ready for an entirely new life?

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Day 4: Joy
Dust thou art (also leather, spike, chainlink); make contact. Miss sometimes, and, yes, cry if you will; but go down swinging. 'Cause there may be joy in Mudville after all.

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Lent, Day 3: Alone
River, porch, twin chairs, paper. The tomato pie all to myself (no one would share anyway). Watching strangers: taking note of the tourists (they're together) and the locals (alone) (me).

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Lent, Day 2: Look
Be careful, eyes, what you see; and more careful still what you refuse to see. The fine detail, the whole story, the blood and bone, the heart and brain. It's all there. Open wide, and look out.
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