Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Sunday, March 31, 2013

My Favorite Part of the Easter Account


The first trillium of the year! 
The sun is low on the horizon and the shadows are long on this, the warmest and sunniest Easter Sunday we've had here in many years. The day drawing to its close reminds me of the wonderful story of the travelers on the Emmaus road on the first Easter. It's one of my favorite New Testament stories. From despair to hope to astonished joy, this part of the resurrection narrative has it all. 

Here, then, is Chapter 9 of Earth's Greatest Day. 


"The Road to Emmaus", Caravaggio, 1601







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