by Andrew Waldo
After this Jesus went about in Galilee. He did not wish to go about in Judea because the Jews were looking for an opportunity to kill him. Now the Jewish festival of Booths was near.
But after his brothers had gone to the festival, then he also went, not publicly but as it were in secret.
Now some of the people of Jerusalem were saying, “Is not this the man whom they are trying to kill? And here he is, speaking openly, but they say nothing to him! Can it be that the authorities really know that this is the Messiah? Yet we know where this man is from; but when the Messiah comes, no one will know where he is from.” Then Jesus cried out as he was teaching in the temple, “You know me, and you know where I am from. I have not come on my own. But the one who sent me is true, and you do not know him. I know him, because I am from him, and he sent me.” Then they tried to arrest him, but no one laid hands on him, because his hour had not yet come.
John 7:1–2,10,25–30
For some time, Jesus was hidden from me, indistinguishable amidst all of that which crowded my heart and mind. Yet when finally I saw him—waiting patiently for me, an unexpected light in the darkest corner of my soul—“I came to Jesus as I was, so weary, and worn, and sad. I found in him a resting place, and he has made me glad.” (Horatius Bonar—#692, Hymnal 1982)
How will they know I am now of Christ?
Swamp or Rose Milkweed – Asclepias incarnata
These photographs, shared each day during Lent, capture the beauty of plants native to the Upper Midwest. As we spend time in Lenten reflection, these images of new life can remind us daily of our calling to be caretakers of God’s Creation.
Photo by Jo Anna Hebberger
