Good Friday

I've decided that ideally, Lent should be a time of doing less. I haven't done a good job this year of carving out the time and space each day to contemplate, pray, and listen. Too busy, too tired, too selfish.

Often I've set aside Lent for giving something up. So often I've fallen short of the discipline I've attempted. Which I suppose is the whole point, isn't it? That we are sinful, broken, and fall short. Which leaves us longing, longing for a Savior, longing to be made whole.

This longing of Lent is somewhat similar to the longing we experience during Advent. There's a cd of Christmas music in our vehicle and I've come back to this song many times over Lent;



Come thou long expected Jesus...by your life bring us gladness, rest, redemption, hope.

Longing for Easter this Good Friday.