I
took to the chalks again for Good Friday.
It has rained since I last etched into the concrete some sort of colorful
expression of the season. Last time it
was a Visual Verse to encourage neighbors out on their get-out-of-the-house
walks. This time I was just too excited
about Easter. Couldn’t wait. The resulting image harkens crudely to three
crosses and an empty tomb with the words, “He is risen!” exploding from within.
I’ve
seem much better art (Didn’t have far to
go), but the process was somewhat therapeutic in a time when time is at an
abundance, and creativity tends to ebb and flow with frightening suddenness and
unexpectedness. So draw on your
sidewalk, kids. Draw on your driveways,
old timers. Teach a youngster how to
play hopscotch. Take a walk around the block. And as you do, remember the message you saw in
that one driveway over on Sycamore … He is risen!
And
here’s the best Bible verse EVER for Good Friday …
Psalms
30:5 says, “For his anger lasts only a
moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; WEEPING MAY STAY FOR THE NIGHT, BUT JOY
COMES IN THE MORNING!”
Father,
thank you for always giving us this word of hope for the evenings of our
lives. Amen.
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