Friday, March 29, 2013

Dear God,

Tonight I couldn't help gazing at the cross during the Good Friday service.  Yes, we were supposed to be meditative and reflective but there was something about the cross being suspended from the ceiling.  I had to  look up.

I must confess I don't spend much time thinking about the cross.  When I speak to you, I call you God, not Jesus.  But this evening I thought of Jesus like the pastor suggested.  What man loves like that? Who considers the sin of the world and then steps forward to do something about it?  Who, but Jesus?

A cross, a lighted candle, a song all caused me to look up.  Where else would I look?

So often
I fail
to look up,
O God.
I look out
where I'm going
rather than
looking up
for direction.
Forgive me,
I pray.
Thank you
for the
wondrous gift
of Jesus.
No one
cares more.

Love, Andrea