palm sunday

there is no sign of spring here in chicago. its fiercely windy and snowing. i am sitting by the fireplace wrapped up in a blanket. i think im not that upset about it. the long winter will only make spring that much more joyous and hopeful. i shall be patient and wait in hope for spring.

i went to this church today. its an anglican church. it was a wonderful service. holy week is really important to me. its my favorite time of year. a place of intentional solemnity and sorrow. a time to kneel and be broken. but again, not without hope. we are patient and wait in hope for the resurrection.

i am trying to make this week holy in my own life. to make it set apart and different. to enter into the transcendent reality. grace to do this.