Evening

Good Friday… a statement of faith indeed. Though, when a person can kayak on a lake for a couple of hours in early Spring, with hardly any one else around… that’s not a bad Friday by any means.

There are times in which a spiritual community particularly seems important. Tonight I wouldn’t mind another or a few to pray with, share with, commune with. The disciples gathered together and waited together on that Friday long ago. I yearn for that tonight, but I yearn with hope. This path all has a meaning, even if that meaning has to wait until the future to make sense. But, that is the particular brilliance of Christianity, isn’t it?