It’s Holy Week, and for some reason, I am spiritually tired. This is inexplicable because this year I haven’t even had to deal with the spiritual overload of simultaneous Lent and Passover prep, with all its egg-whipping and matzo-soaking. Passover is still a month away.
If a mere layperson like me is feeling this way, I can only imagine how clergy must feel. And then, think of how spiritually exhausting a week it must have been for Jesus, back during the Original Holy Week.
So to counteract spiritual malaise, I continue to look for beauty. Here is something I find beautiful and which is, at least tangentially, related to Holy Week. This is a jigsaw puzzle painted by Older Daughter, and given to us as a Christmas present.
Older Daughter is very creative, and God is very creative, and, so, holiness is to be found in creativity.
It is a puzzle; the events of Holy Week are puzzling (to say the least).
We had this puzzle on our dining room table since Christmas. Just last week I discovered that it is missing a piece. This makes me very sad, as my darling daughter made it, and I wanted to frame it. (That’s what I get for being such a procrastinator!) But the missing piece is indicative of Holy Week, too, in that despite all the goodness of God that Christians believe comes from the Original Holy Week, there are still so many unanswered questions about this world and our lives. I’m not sure I’m even making sense, but I stumble along and lean on my hope that God is not finished yet.
|This is what the world looked like at the beginning of creation,|
before it was missing a piece.