Mary watched in anguish, but not near the anguish her Son must have felt as He, with arms outstretched, hung on a cross.
Category: love
Tarnished
Seeing the silverware brought back memories of when I was a young girl and had to polish the silverware at Easter time. Every year, Mom always had a big brunch followed by an egg hunt and invited my aunt, uncle and cousins over for the big day. Back then as I smeared the pink clay-like polish on the blackened silverware, I wondered why don’t we just use our everyday silverware at Easter?
Home Alone
I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart.
But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”