"I watch this morning
for the light that the darkness has not overcome.
I watch for the fire that was in the beginning
and that burns still in the brilliance of the rising sun.
I watch for the glow of life that gleams in the growing earth
and glistens in sea and sky.
I watch for your light, O God,
in the eyes of every living creature
and in the ever-living flame of my own soul.
If the grace of seeing were mine this day
I would glimpse you in all that lives.
Grant me the grace of seeing this day.
Grant me the grace of seeing."
~ from Celtic Benediction by J. Philip Newell
I used to love Christmas best, but as I experience Christ more deeply in my life and fall more in love with Him, as I see evidence everyday of how He cares so intimately about me and others around me, I realize that Easter is the center of it all. We celebrate Christmas for months in anticipation but Easter seems to come and go in a flash. Without Christ's death and Resurrection, His birth does not really have meaning. Without the Resurrection, there is no hope or redemption for this world.
I so look forward to tomorrow morning, having a small brunch and gathering in our living room where we will read Scriptures and I will sing praises to the God who has saved my life, who has not spared me from struggle and heartbreak but who has loved me fiercely in the midst of it, who always provides peace when I ask for it, who has given me more gifts than I can imagine or deserve. This is the God I worship and love. This is the God I celebrate.
Image: Art House AmericaI'm honored that my essay "Food As Gift" has been included on the Art House America blog today! I hope you'll meander over and check it out...
