(Me, before an evening class. Hope, Arkansas.)
At the beginning of this day, I had an idea. Then Notre Dame came falling down in flames, and really…well, fill in the blank…because if you’re alive on this planet, you surely know this structure is iconic. A terrible day to mark down in history, truly. And somehow, it seems to be worse that this happened as we begin Holy Week in the Christian world.
But, as I went about my day and continued to ponder what I want to do that is meaningful this week, my first idea still stands.
Let’s walk together. This Holy Week. Will you join me? Walk anywhere, post a picture if you’re so moved, or just join in anonymously. That’s good, too. 🙏🏼
Walk with me, knowing we know nothing. We know nothing about what is around the bend. We walk. We write a line about it. We live and learn. We listen.
We all saw that play out in flashing fire today.
But before I knew what I know now, what was beyond my immediate control, I walked.
I started early, and was greeted by not one, but four cardinals on the rocky road near my house. This sighting truly lifted my heart, and at that moment, I did not know that half a world away, Notre Dame was engulfed in flames.
I returned to the house, saw the news, and of course my heart fell.
“…but the gates of hell shall not prevail against it…” kept ringing in my ears, and the voices of the Parisian people lifted in unison as their cathedral burned…their joining as one voice moved me to remember that the human spirit cannot be touched. We can always fly. Always.
Just like those morning birds…
Then, as I was leaving for work, my older dog was barking nonstop, warning me of an unexpected visitor. Huge snake. The symbolism is not lost on me.
Everywhere, some kind of turmoil. Daily.
So, lots was on my mind as I arrived at my next stop. More symbolism: Hope is where I work on Mondays. And tonight, I walked there, too.
I walked a short paved path that I always think I will, but never do. But today was different. I walked and prayed for Parisians, for firefighters, for travelers. For those who hoped to visit a beautiful place of worship, and for those who won’t get to see that dream come true…not in the way they hoped.
And I realized yet again, we are all here for only a minute, then we are gone. Nothing is sure except our spirits.
So, I’m walking into this week with no preconceived ideas. Just walking and listening to what might need to be said. Will you join me?
Let’s see where we might walk tomorrow…