Yesterday marked (at least in the C of E calendar) the beginning of Passiontide. The mood has definitely changed in the liturgy of the Church. Yet, I am up at my normal time, doing my usual thing, even eating my favorite breakfast with a hot cup of coffee. Perhaps, after all, nothing has changed.
Most of us will spend the next couple of weeks juggling thoughts of Jesus' journey to the cross and everyday life in varying proportions.
I was raking the leaves which had been too stubborn to fall off the trees before the bad winter weather. As I raked I realized I was thinking about God - perhaps you would call that praying. I remembered the old Celtic idea that to work is to pray and I was glad for those moments.
That does not always happen - I am just not that holy but, perhaps, during Passiontide and especially during Holy Week we can allow our faith, our prayers, our breath in God, to simmer a little closer to the surface - to pull in some of those loose ends and sanctify, even more. the everyday.
Some of this is deliberate planning, some of this is mindfulness and some is a great big dollop of God's grace.
The mood has changed, we are on Jesus' final journey with him. That journey is in the big and small, the life-changing and the apparently futile. But God holds us through this time and in a strange sort of way we hold Jesus as we approach these terrible and life-changing days. The flavour is not all bittersweet, it is not all gall. This time offers refreshment and return, water from a deep well of life, and joy beyond telling.
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