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I. Did. Absolutely. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Zilch.

Well – – – that is probably a tiny exaggeration. I did the usual devotional time. Wrote my daily letter for Lent. Cleaned the kitchen. Threw sticks for dogs. Mowed the tiny bit of grass that we call a yard. Visited with my egg lady and her daughter with the broken ankle when they delivered my huge duck eggs – even got some extra eggs for the Grands to color next weekend. (Can’t wait to see their faces as they color these huge eggs) Cooked super. Yawned and climbed in the hot tub.

Seriously though – didn’t read books – didn’t plant one thing – didn’t pitch any mulch – didn’t research any of those things that randomly popped up during the day – didn’t walk the dogs on their usual hike – didn’t run to the store – just didn’t do a lot of things that I usually do. Just a lazy, stretch out kind of day.

Not only a lazy day – but a day completely misnamed in my head. I kept thinking that today was Sunday. Ever do that? A computer glitch in the brain labels the day and there you go. It is SUNDAY – even if you aren’t doing all the things you normally do on Sunday. Not once did I think it was Saturday until I got out of the hot tub tonight and turned on the TV. Then it dawned on me that not only was today NOT Sunday, but tomorrow was not just any Sunday.

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday.

“This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year. Tell the whole community of Israel that on the tenth day of this month each man is to take a lamb.”~Ex 12:2-3

The Western Easter calendar and the Jewish calendar do not always mesh. Sometimes the dates are just off. This is one of those years. Passover starts Monday at sunset on the 10th of Nisan – April 10th for us. The 10th of Nisan is important to Passover. It is the day families would walk to all the pens of sheep around the Temple Mount. Pens full of Lambs that the priests had declared pure and without blemish. Lambs that waited for be chosen as a Passover Lamb. Families would choose the lamb that would atone for their sins on the 10th day in the month of Nisan.

Guess what date it was when Jesus rode into Jerusalem?

“They brought the donkey and the colt and placed their cloaks on them for Jesus to sit on. A very large crowd spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road.”~Matt 21:7-9a

Yupper – the 10th of NIsan. Rabbi Yeshua – declared pure and without blemish by John, a priest of Aaron’s line – climbed upon a donkey – just as Issac climbed on a donkey – just as prophesied by Zechariah – and was brought into the home of all Jewish people with great celebration and acclaim. Jerusalem. The holy mount where a stumbling man named Abram looked up and finally gave his heart in faith completely to El Shaddai.

The 10th day of Nisan.

“Hosanna to the Son of David!”
“Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!”c
“Hosannad in the highest heaven!”
When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?”
The crowds answered, “This is Yeshua, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.”~Matt 21:9b-11

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deep-calleth-unto-deepThere is a deep holiness about Ash Wednesday. Harmonic deep waters that flow under me and takes me into a world of which I know little, but one of which I yearn to know so much more. Looking up I see a narrow gate that stands between me and there. I merely have to walk up the hill and walk through. Deep calls unto deep~Ps 42:7.

“On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee.” John 2;1

Yeshua chose to walk up that hill. From that pivotal moment in Cana when his mother looked at Him and said, “They have no more wine”. He knew. Deep called unto deep. He hesitated. Human flesh rebelling. Logical, lineal thinking running interference to sacred, spiritual wisdom. “Woman, why do you involve me?My hour has not yet come.” Deep called unto deep again. Her eyes locked with her child’s. A love prayer floating between them. Seconds? Minutes? Eternity? God time superceded man time. Yeshua nodded, as His eyes lifted to the night skies, and He took a deep breath. Rabbi Yeshua turned back to His mother and Love emanated between them. She nodded as she spoke aloud to the servants, “Do whatever He tells you.” Deep called unto deep.

Life becomes exceedingly complicated when deep comes to deep. Ash Wednesday reminds me of how truly complicated life can be. Deep continuing to call unto deep. The steep path Rabbi Yeshua chose to travel became even rockier and steeper. A dark shadow fell upon the miracle healer, the sought after rabbi, the hunted curse of the priestly Sanhedrin. Did He talk to His mother? His disciples? The birds of the field? His Father? I smile because I know the answer, ‘Of course He talked to His Father’. Deep calls unto deep.

As I draw an ashy finger upon my forehead and breathe in the essence of frankinscence from my oils, I tremble. I watch the news and see those who stand firm in their faith. Through the swing of the sword, slash of the knife, the heat of the fire……they stand. And I? I tremble. The shadow stands over our world tonight just as it did when Rabbi Yeshua looked down the road towards Jerusalem. Deep is calling unto deep. Can I stand like Him or the 1 or the 21 or the 45? Can you? Can our country? The path is getting rockier…steeper…scarier. The gate appears narrower than it did before at the top of the mount.

Ash Wednesday…Deep calls unto deep. And I tremble.

“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.”.~1 Cor 15:58

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Random Thoughts

july 10 2014 001Random thoughts: Baby birds are hatching. I never see mama sitting on the nest, and yet, baby birds are starting their journey. Heads wobbly, fuzzy, bare bodies sheltered under a few leaves.
“For this God is our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.” Ps 48:14
News coverages estimate that 400 missiles have been launched into Israel over the last three days even reaching into Jerusalem. 15 minutes is all they have to reach the nearest shelter after an air raid siren. Today, they returned fire. Disabled children that were sent to Jerusalem for safety are no longer feeling safe. It’s a news report. We’ve heard it before. It’s not here.”O people in Zion, inhabitant in Jerusalem, you will weep no longer. He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when He hears it, He will answer you.” Is 30:19Rain can be all around the state – flooding in the mountains,- thunderstorms on the ocean – but only a few drops fall upon the land where I live. Now this can be a good thing or a bad thing. This summer – we could have used a few more drops, but then – maybe the cold snap coming next week will bring more.”I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit.” Lev 26:4

The first fruits are coming out of the garden (thanks to irrigation techniques…me holding a hose once a day  ) – heirloom tomatoes, yellow cherry tomatoes – strawberries – gourdes – ballerina flowers…life goes on. It is a night to be thankful. A night to look out into the darkness and say a prayer as Aaron blessed others so long ago.july 10 2014 005

“‘“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”’ Num 6-24-26

Lenten Journey 21

It has been a beautiful few days. Days spent more outside than in – especially today. Today was a day for digging out a useless garden, stacking bricks, hauling dirt, cleaning the patio, digging holes for a few plants, transplanting others, sharing a meal with daughter and family, and finally sitting in the hot tub with my husband while watching the sun set behind the lake.

It wasn’t much of a learning day, but it was a much needed busy day. Busy days give the mind time to digest all the new things buzzing around in my brain. Kinda like my old garden. I love gardens and this garden at our new house was kinda neat. It was one of the things that attracted us to this place. But living in a place changes things. While the garden was beautiful with herbs, flowers and a few perennials, it wasn’t functional for us and the plants were a little straggly. We hemmed and hawed about what to do, but finally decided it needed to go. At first, we thought it would be a fairly straight forward process, but it has been anything but that. First, we had to decide where to transfer the plants. Then, we found out the big, heavy garden bricks were glued. Hmmm….what do you do with two large garden bricks that are glued together? Smaller, cement bricks and stones were buried in the dirt. What do we do with those? (So far we have over 300 hundred – not counting stones and a few larger garden bricks) A one day project became more like a two week project. Slowly but surely, we are getting it done.

That garden has kinda been like my brain in this lenten journey. I started out thinking that this journey will be pretty straight forward. Follow Jesus on his journey toward Jerusalem. Review his parables. Get that wonderful feeling of being close to the Father. And – call it – mission accomplished. Here was my spiritual brain going on another lenten journey. Over the years. it was built with lots of care. Cemented together with lots of Biblical facts – enough to last a lifetime to my way of thinking. Produced fairly decent plants…but…it just isn’t situated in the right place anymore…and…it doesn’t produce as much as you hoped it would. Worse – more introspection starts to show all the heavy bricks that are buried in the dirt, blocking the fruit from growing as well as it should. sigh. Tricky stuff. Dismantle the whole thing? Transplant it? Enhance it?

It’s all about choice. So I am choosing to dismantle the garden in my spiritual brain. Reorganizing it. Re-situating it, so that it gets more Light and Water. Pulling out the worthless bricks that are impeding the roots of the plants that Our Father has planted there. Adding new facts from the journey and opening up space for the Father to transplant a few new plants that need the rich, fertile soil.

Rabbe Jesus is the Master Gardener. I just need to allow Him to do the work that He started when He began His walk 2000+ years ago. Prepare the soil, add the Water, make sure the garden is in the Light and pray and pray and pray…

“He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?” Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” ~ Jn 20:15

BTW: this is the way I learned this hymn. Sitting on the back porch of our home with dad playing guitar and singing with my mom.

Lenten Journey #15

Beautiful day today – just a little chilly – but the sky was that bright, beautiful, Tar Heel, NC blue…and I was picking up – are you ready for this??? – poop. Yup. It was the day to clean up the back yard where the chocolate sisters leave little piles of chocolate droppings.

Every now and then on our journeys in this life, we have to deal with the well…the piles of…lumpy…dried…runny…excrement. And – you know – once that chore is done, the yard is a beautiful place to walk barefoot…hmmm….wellllll…once it gets a little warmer.

Rebbe, Melech HaMoshiach (Jewish word for ‘Jesus’ in the OJB translation) had a lot of “poop” to deal with on His journey towards Jerusalem. Multitudes begging…disciples quibbling…the Pharisees/Sanhedrin/etc trying to tangle His words…Satan’s temptations…demons tormenting. Today, maybe, I might have understood a little better how He felt when He went off by Himself and looked at what He had accomplished. The world was a little cleaner – a little fresher – a place where children could run barefoot and remember what life was like in Malchut HaShomayim (Jewish word for ‘heaven’).barefoot

“At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, and said, ‘Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven’.” Matt 18:1-4jesus-with-children-1005