It’s Holy Week, and it’s filled with preparations of all kinds: meal planning, clothes shopping for Easter Sunday finery, attending worship services on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, choir rehearsals, dyeing eggs and filling Easter baskets, and trying to make it to the finish line on something you’ve “given up” or “added to” for Lent.
Last year while in Paris with my daughters, I became interested in taking pictures of church steeples with crosses after a glorious morning we spent at Sacre Coeur.
When we returned home I found myself looking up wherever I travel, searching for the next photogenic cross-bearing steeple. Looking up at the steeples became my Easter metaphor: instead of motoring on through my daily travels from one errand to the next just to check it off my list, if I looked up, I found myself buoyed by the Christian faith in which I dwell. Kind of like stopping to smell the roses. I hope you enjoy these photos (a few from Alison on her travels to south Georgia this weekend) as you begin your Holy Week.
Lastly, although not soaring through the air on a steeple, this is my most sacred of all crosses, making my heart sing every time I see it.
May your heart and mind soar through your many blessings this week.
March 25, 2103