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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