Enough on that...at least until I get and read the book.
For today: it's kinda-sorta like spring around here. We won't see a high below 50 until late next week, and the past several days have uniformly been crisp (but not cold), or outright warm and sunny on a few occasions. The snow's gone, and the ground isn't frozen anymore...in many cases, it's turned to smud, that lovely Midwestern springy soil condition which is a delightful blend of slushy snowmelt and mud. Fortunately, it's been so nice that in even more cases, the smud has turned into normal mud, or even plain old dirt again.
It's funny, though, for it to be this nice when we're not even two full weeks into Lent. Somehow, this season of spiritual searching and barrenness almost begs to be marked by miserable weather. Shouldn't we be pelted with snow and ice on our journey to the cross?
Then again, this is a journey that ends with new life. Maybe a little early spring serves as a needed reminder of our new life in baptism, and that Christ wasn't always on that cross...
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