We returned from our pre-Easter shopping, and prepared for Maundy Thursday service. When we got back to our motor home, I was sorting purchases and enjoying a snack of chocolate marshmallow eggs. Seeing a piece of something dark on the counter, I popped it into my mouth. You can imagine my surprise, when it turned out to be – not the bit of chocolate that I had expected, but a bit of potting soil from the hyacinth on the table.
My mouth was instantly muddy, and I scrubbed my tongue while Abby laughed. Then I thought about those precious friends of Jesus, whose joy in his presence was turned to ashes during the events of this holy week end. I wish that I could reach back through the centuries to comfort them with the news that Sunday’s coming.
For all of you, and for me, that is glorious news. Whatever the frustrations and fears of today, whatever the burdens and anxieties, whatever the disappointments and discouragements that we are bearing now, Sunday’s coming. Even though it may appear that the world has fallen apart, the outcome of our safari is safe in the hands of our graciuos and triumphant God. Blessings to you, as you journey with him. Soon you will spit out the mud, and swallow the sweetness of his love.