I haven’t forgotten my Ignatian journey, but that journey has led me to a careful examination and contemplation of the lives of various individuals, Joshua among them. As I’ve walked through a careful meditative study of Joshua’s life (and what God thought about Joshua and the promises made to Joshua by God), it has taken me through Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy in a couple days (yes, I am crazy like that). What strikes me though, is the details of the various sins I’ve committed in my own life punishable by death. There was a question in our study group tonight that asked how we reacted to the idea that God thinks we are “a keeper”? My response is that the measure of God’s grace and mercy required for that to be true sends me to my knees and often flat on my face before the throne of God.
Good Friday is coming, but Maundy Thursday first. The intertwining of Easter and Passover cannot be missed. It is Christ’s blood on my doorpost. I don’t deserve that.
I saw this earlier and it gives me chills (there is no appropriate response but love and gratitude):