stones will cry out
On this Palm Sunday so long ago you were on top of your game, Jesus. You told the disciples to go get a colt and they obeyed. All you needed to do was speak and people jumped. As you descended into Jerusalem the crowds threw down their cloaks and shouted, “Blessed is the King!” […]
sunset on the rock face
Lord, the west facing rock is black at dawn. Lying in deep shadows one cannot see the texture, crevices, and colors. It is little more than cold stone, hard and unforgiving. It’s secrets and potential hidden. At noon, the rock turns shades of gray and black, harsh shadow from overhead. The afternoon sun strikes […]
