Waking in the stillness of the still dark day I hear a chorus of morning birds and feel the wild wind whpping across the pond. I am drawn by all the activity; the ice has melted and spring has come. As the days have melted into weeks and Lent has gone by us we stand in the middle of the drama of Holy Week.

I miss the meaning if I merely go through the motions; if I let the wind touch my face I am reminded there is One who made the wind, if I step into the story of Christ's Passion and find a love so this consuming it would take sin and destroy death, I am changed.
Allow God to touch you as you walk these holy days
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Medicine from Sacred Writing:
"If one says, "I have fasted the whole of Lent ," do you say, "I had an enemy but I was reconciled; I had a custom of evil-speaking, but I put a stop to it; I had a custom of swearing, but I have broken through this evil practice. It is of no advantage to merchants, to have gone over a great extent of ocean, but to have sailed with a freight and much merchandise. The fast will profit us nothing if we pass through it as a mere matter of course without any benefit."
John Chrysostom Fourth Century
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