Saturday, April 1, 2017

Last Week of Lent

We worship a God who can put flesh on dry bones:

We worship a God who breathes life into dirt:

It has been a long season of light that struggles to break through:

And now we come to Passiontide, the two weeks before Easter, the cross still in the distance, but coming ever into focus:

Our altars are still draped in purple:

We still look for hidden spaces:

We tend our Lenten spaces with all the discipline we can muster:

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