A few meditations on the cross over the years to look at before another Good Friday passes by:
here,
here,
here,
and here.
Love in Jesus,
Gene
a clergyman may be apparently as useless as a cat, but he is also as fascinating, for there must be some strange reason for his existence (GK Chesterton): one retired Anglican septuagenarian clergyman's THOUghts, discOverings, readings, scribbLes, wOndeRings and dooDles exploring that strange reason
The tree of the cross becomes for me a plant of endless well being; it gives me my nourishment. I strike root in its roots and in its branches I spread; its dew is my joy and its rustling makes me prolific. (anon. in Icons and Holiness)Amen. So be it.