I’ve been everywhere since then

So much to share, so many miles, so many revelations to share sooner rather than later, but not today.  

Holy Saturday reminds me of old-fashioned South Texas funeralizing, preparing the house and the table to receive mourners, making sure that there will be enough chairs for seating, quietly relating stories of the beloved or the deceased, who may of may not be one and the same.  These preparations are readily apparent to the Clergy and the Altar Guild and the close ones who gather somberly to wait.  It is an important part of the waiting we are called to live into together.  

But waiting, no matter how holy or blessed, is time between, not fully lived unless I wait upon the Lord.