Easter
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Are Your Fig Trees In Bloom?
Mark 11: 12-25 It was the morning after. Having made quite the entrance into Jerusalem – palm branches waved and laid down; hosannas lifted high – Jesus and His disciples woke up in Bethany again. Good friends are just that. Good. There’s no mention of Martha this morning. I suspect she’d have been up at Continue reading
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And Then There Was Sunday!
Sunday broke the deafening silence of Saturday. Not just that Saturday, but all of my silent Satidays of the soul. Yours, too. Sunday’s light shined into the darkness. Not just the darkness of the tomb, but all of my darkness since. Yours, too. Sunday morning changed mourning into joy. Not just for Jesus’ first followers, Continue reading
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Saturday’s Still Silence
The only words we hear on Saturday are from those who wanted Jesus dead. And His followers quiet. On Saturday, the priests and Pharisees approached Pilate. No words from God. No words from His followers. Another period of silence. Between the here and the not yet. The angst and the resolve. Just silence. It’s easy to Continue reading
Angi Aymond 