Ah . . . Holy Week. Beginnin with Palm Sunday, and ending with Easter morning.
Our respective spiritual journeys during the season of Lent have gotten us to this place.
Tomorrow night . . . Maundy Thursday . . . and we share in the Lord's Supper.
Friday night . . . we gather together, and as the choir sings . . . we remember that before Easter morning, there was a darkness of deepest proportions . . . as the Son of God was nailed to a cross.
And yet to come . . . Easter morning!
This year . . . I am experiencing a sense of anticipation I have not felt during the season of Lent in some time.
The reason for this?
Well, I can't seem to put my finger on it.
Perhaps this has more to do with intuition . . . spiritual intuition . . . perhaps personal as I deal with the spiritual stumbling blocks in my own life . . . or corporate . . . as our church expands our 1-mile ministry effforts further into the community.
An anticipation . . . perhaps expectation . . . that Easter this year means not so much something different . . . but rather . . . something new.
God's grace still amazes me . . . ><>