What a night. What a dinner.
“Wash our feet? Heaven forbid,” I said.
But when Jesus declared it a necessity,
I begged to be washed complete.
“Drink My blood. Eat My flesh.”
What means those strange, solemn words from the Master?
“Do you still sleep? Come, let us go.”
Judas Iscariot, what means this kiss?
Some of us follow, watch, and listen to
Proceedings beyond belief:
Lying witnesses, biased judges and weak Roman ruler.
Surely, we’ll soon awaken from this hideous nightmare.
And when some there had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard
and had sat down together, Peter sat down with them.
Luke 22:55
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I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.
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