Like the bud of the Lilly, waiting for the command to open and reveal its true beauty, so to, is our Lord’s glory, waiting to burst fourth from the tomb to reveal His love for us.  To return from the dead and forgive us for putting Him to death.

Holy Saturday,  in silence.

Pondering: ” And the LORD said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” 

“I confess to Almighty God…”, I falsely accused Him, I cursed at Him, I scourged Him, I placed a crown of thorns on His precious head. I mocked Him, I sided with the wicked and not Him. I shouted for Him to be crucified. I had Him put to death. I did not love Him as He loved me. In my neighbor, with my rock hard heart of stone   – Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault” God our Father

“Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and the sprinkled blood that speaks more eloquently than that of Abel’

His agony is over and His pain is now gone, all that remains is us, to think about what we have done and to repent of our disobedience and to pray.

Hosea 5:15b-16:2

Thus says the Lord,
In their affliction, they shall look for me:
   “Come, let us return to the Lord,
For it is he who has rent, but he will heal us;
   he has struck us, but he will bind our wounds.
He will revive us after two days;
   on the third day he will raise us up,
   to live in his presence.”

Hebrews Chapter 12