Holy Week - Thursday
I was finishing my walk this morning when I saw this on the ground. It was a part of a tree that had fallen but it was a cross. Obviously not an intentionally placed cross but just a beautiful random accident. I don’t know exactly why but this spoke to me of one of the last lines of the poem...
Write my story again
Into Your Holy storyRev. David Long-Higgins
Maybe it is the ordinariness of this - a piece of a tree fallen on some concrete with fading and peeling paint at the end of a normal morning walk by a guy with his dog. And yet into that speaks the divine mystery of Jesus’ love. My story caught up in God’s Holy story...
