It is Holy Week.
But it may not feel holy.
It may feel mundane as socks lost in the laundry.
Or perhaps a stack of unwashed dishes by the sink.
Or maybe it feels considerably unholy. Like women dragged from the governor’s office. Children crying is despair. A burning cathedral.
Could be that the holiness is hidden away in the bloom of heather. Or in a tiny egg giving way to a blue bird. Or everywhere like the rain of pollen.
Maybe your sense of holiness has been drowned in flood of tweets, or facebook feed, or hyped up instagram posts.
Maybe it’s drowning in a sea of injustices.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. (Isaiah 43:2)
Whatever is burning or flooding your life as you make your way through this holy of holies week?
Be sure of one thing.
You are not alone.
