When Goodness Goes Dark | The Easter Week Series
Elizabeth Moore
This Holy Week, we’ve walked through hosannas, hangovers, storms, thresholds, and shame. And today, on Good Friday, we walk in the dark.
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Living a life of hope & wholeness and sometimes writing about it.
This Holy Week, we’ve walked through hosannas, hangovers, storms, thresholds, and shame. And today, on Good Friday, we walk in the dark.
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Dear no one in particular and everyone: I’m wrestling with being loved. I look into the eyes of my savior on trial, firelight flickering between us, and I know that I will fail Him. I already have.
Read MoreWe watch the face of the donkey-rider, the foot-washer, the table-turner. The Human. The Healer. The Mystery. We see the calm of his resolve, the moment of surrender. We see the tortuous struggle of decision, the anxious drops of life blood already soaking the dust.
Read MoreIt's Tuesday, and I’m honestly so ready to quit all this melancholy and fast forward to the resurrection. But I can’t look away, even though I want to.
Read MoreMy bare feet follow the carpeted hallway to the kitchen. I woke up at 6am and I’m not sure why. My gray t-shirt is rumpled and soft; my hair smells like lavender and sleep. Gray light mingles with the smell of coffee. It’s Monday morning after Palm Sunday -- the day things fall apart.
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The streets of Jerusalem are littered with muddy cloaks and wilted palm branches--remnants of what we hoped would be the end, the victory, the triumph.
Read MoreDo the things. Please the humans. Pay the rent. Write the words.
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