...a word from Kathy

M y daddy used to have a garden and his prize harvest were his butterbeans.  Now, I know some of you may only be familiar with large lima beans that, honestly, are not too appealing to me.  But my daddy, knew the secret of butterbeans.  He picked his beans when they were babies and oh, so hard to shell.  But they provided a sweet, delicious feast in our home.  I would love a plateful tonight! This year, my husband started a garden.  I was pretty excited about the butterbeans in my future.  Just to note, I was raised in the city with nary a trip to the garden.  So imagine my surprise at visiting the garden one day last month, a week or so after our rows were neatly planted.  We certainly had a-lot of small plants growing; however, I soon learned that these plants were weeds not my beloved butterbeans.  Not the beans I had carefully, with back-breaking effort, sown after carefully preparing the soil.  Where were my treasures? 3 Then ...

G ood Friday is really good.  And not only because that day paved the way to eternal life.  Don't get me wrong, I want eternal life, I want fulfilling joy, no pain or tears and life in paradise!  But on the every day of Monday through Friday, I need Good Friday. On Friday, Jesus suffered wrongful accusations, the betrayal of friends, the silence of very close friends, physical abuse and emotional abuse, events happened where the crowd got carried away from fear and a lack of understanding.  It reminds me of days we are currently living.  Confusion, pain, accusations surround us.  It's called life.  The every days we are living.  And that is why I need Good Friday every day. With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!” Mark 15:37-39 When the curtain ripped in the temple...