Last Saturday I joined a group of ladies on Retreat for three hours. It was good to get away from the hustle and bustle of traffic, chores and all the other things that make up my life. Three hours to sit and be in God’s presence to consider Palm Sunday and the events of this week, leading up to Good Friday. We had several readings to consider – the entry into Jerusalem on a donkey, the woman anointing Jesus with expensive oil, and Jesus washing the disciples’ feet in the upstairs room before the time in Gethsemane.
Whilst sitting there some words came to me. We had considered the first two scenes and were now thinking about the final one. The one that happens on Thursday of Easter week. But I found my thoughts moving forward to the next morning. So I drew a little sketch and, as rough as it is I include it in the link below to help you visualise the picture as I saw it. And I wrote the words down. They still make me cry when I read them
On this Good Friday, when major events are happening on a hill outside the city, here is a quiet moment, in another part of town.
I pray that God may use these words and the picture to bless you.
Do you know?
The room is still the morning after. Breadcrumbs scattered,
An empty cup, redolent still with wine.
Tumbled cushions, signs of hasty leaving.
There, in the corner a basin of grubby water
Wrapped around by a damp towel crumpled in a heap.
Sunrise brings light streaming through the window,
And on the water in the basin, sparkling now with golden light
The reflection, the shadow caused by window structure.
The shadow, the reflection, of a cross.
Do you know what I have done for you?