Our life reflects the good decisions we make long after the moments are done. Years ago I went to Germany and realized my community was stifled because it was isolated to a single building, like a tree growing inside a greenhouse, unable to branch out and reach to the sky. I do not advocate forfeiting original roots, and yet when I turned that new leaf over I flourished.
The fruits yesterday:
Three of my friends joined me and we visited the Holy Rosary in Bozeman for Easter service. My heart is constantly drawn closer to a good catholic mass these days (I know of two catholic churches nearby that are not good).
We arrived just on time, therefore could not sit together but found random empty spaces and split up. And yet such services aren't meant to be experienced any other way.
The wholesome, rose-colored light, the incense, the hymns and abundant scripture reading predominantes the senses. It's all my favorite part.
And then a small word from the priest: we are the stone sealing the tomb. Remove yourself. Let Jesus free, let Him work through you. You are the stone: soften your heart and be empty. Be empty so He can be alive.
What good works are we barracading?
My community is flourishing. It is no longer isolated and stale and wanting. And yet, there is always that goal we continue to strive after, those bickerings and hardships yet to be resolved. There has been much reconciliation. But there is more to come.
He is risen... but have you softened your heart?
Eeeeeeehh Keturah I LOVE this. The metaphor of the stone is GOLD. Thank you for sharing. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!!! IKR?? I'm glad you appreciate it too ;D
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