Once upon a time, two of my friends and I were called out of the Catholic grade school to the Monsignor’s office. In the eighth grade, this event was a bit ominous.
As it turns out, this interruption to our school day had nothing to do with being called out on the carpet. Well, not that carpet. It was more a call to the carpet of green. It seemed that the Padre’ wished to spend time with kids who knew how to play golf.
So, I was deep in petitions the other day. The pain was real, and the cost would be significant should things not turn out positively.
While lying helplessly, I thoughtfully examined everything that was going on around me. For a second, it sounded good, but a moment later, maybe not.
Again, positive vibes, and quite literally, I forcefully prohibited my eyes from leaking.
When it was over, I was given a review along with the next steps. The work done was temporary but successful – so it was thought. The truth will become clear in the coming days.
But I remembered.
"He suffered, died, and was buried.
On the third day, He rose again, in fulfillment of the scriptures."
I hope your celebration of the Risen Lord continues to bring peace to you and those around you.
Lately, I've been hearing a lot about confidence in God. There were a number of verses mentioned throughout the past couple of weeks about trusting, sacrificing, and living differently in this world as a consequence of Jesus conquering death.
We are told that we will experience troubles in this life.
We are also told that we should wait for God.
I have been thinking a great deal about this 'waiting' thing.
Life is filled with waiting. We wait for stop lights and for the weekends. We wait for payday and for deliveries. We wait for sunshine, and we wait for rain.
