Just a word about the Gospel for yesterday, Sunday. I love this passage more each time I read it. Jesus is the mother hen, who loves us and will die in order to save us. We don't have the sense to get in under the wings most of the time; we think we know what to do, so we run around and get picked off by foxes and other predators, in our own hearts as well as "outside." Jesus calls us, and grieves when we run the other way.
When will we let go of the idea that Lent is a time of sadness and grief? It begins that way, but each week we are reminded instead of God's overwhelming love for us. We may read God as angry, we may project our anger onto Her, but She is waiting with open arms and big wings.
Spend some time this week visualizing those wings embracing you. Whatever storms and dangers are out there for you, take refuge under the wings. God is crazy about you.
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