Happy Easter
Kristos Anesti! Alithos Anesti!
Christ has Risen! He has Risen indeed!
No Story So Divine
The Good Friday service is very difficult for me. I’ve learned to wear waterproof mascara and shove plenty of tissues in my purse. I’m especially susceptible to hymns that remind me of how unworthy I am of the sacrifice Christ made - not just for me, but for the whole world.
I’ve given up trying to pretend I’m not crying. And the truth is, all the hymns have words that would melt even the hardest of hearts. I am particularly vulnerable because of all the grace that’s been extended to me. So not tears of sorrow…tears of thankfulness that overflow from my heart.
My Song Is Love Unknown
Here might I stay and sing,
No story so devine!
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Thine.This is my Friend,
In Whose sweet praise
I all my days
Could gladly spend!
Being reminded of how His suffering is a small sacrifice I can willingly endure. Thankfully, I know the end of the story. Christ has Risen and He is the King!
It’s Snowing In Greece
We’re talking lots of snow and not a snow shovel in sight. So far, 170 people have been injured by slipping in the snow. They’ve canceled everything. School, work, mail delivery, and more. I’m trying not to laugh. My Mom and I walked through the slush to buy a few things and had quite an adventure.
Pray for my Mom. She thought she was avoiding the Idaho snow…only to be in Greece for a freak snow storm.
Today is the First Day of Spring
I know this as sure as I know winter is over. Some people believe spring begins a week after the last frost. Others believe it’s the first full moon after the birds start chirping again. And then there are those who recognize spring by the sight of Toby Sumpter’s car pulled over on the side of the road by a State Patrolman. (See his blog entry for Tues. April 8th at 3:51pm)
I believe spring starts when my neighbor, I’ll call him Mr. Jones, mows his lawn.
I watched the “process” through my kitchen window. First Mr. Jones takes “the walk.” He slowly scans the yard for *objects* that could be hazardous to the lawn mower, while at the same time looking for his arch nemesis–the dandelion. Once the hazards are removed and the evil dandelions plucked from the soil, it’s time to get the mower. Mr. Jones fills the mower with gas, pulls the cord thingy a time or two, and the engine wakes up after a long winter’s nap. They work as a team, moving over the yard, leaving a pattern behind that inevitably looks like spring. Mr. Jones makes it look so easy.
I hear from a neighbor kid that the dastardly dandelion has been joined by an equally formidable foe this year –clover. Good luck Mr. Jones and thanks for ushering in spring.
