Happy Easter! Doors have been opened for us and doors have been slammed in our faces. We've all been there. Not knowing why some doors are closed and others that are opened. You can say that about a lot of things in life. Can you say that too many doors have been opened for you? Probably not. One door was slammed in our face a long time ago. And it still hurts today. Time! What are you going to do with all that extra time on your hands? Sit and worry. Stare out the windows and wish you were one of the... So tell me. How do you know. The difference between the here and the there. Between the dark and the light. Between the wrong and the right. When you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning, what did you see? Was it the door being slammed in your face? Or was it the hand in front of you that graciously held the door for you to let you in? To see the light on the other side. To capture the rays and make us shine. Again! We often don't have a clue why things happen to us on this path we call life. There are many paths to wonder over. The good ones. The bad ones. The broken glass on the floor paths. The fragrant flower paths. We smell the sweet aroma of the green grass and take in the essence of awe. Some paths have now turned mechanical. Electrical. Magical. But, in all honesty, we often seek the simplest paths. The one with dirt and mud. The tiny pebbles now trapped in the corners of our shoes and the crevices of our toes. Where are you going today? They say that the most humble of paths lead to home. These are not the most travelled. They are often cluttered with thorns and high brush. They are rocky. They are treacherous. They require a careful eye and a willing hand. My hands are trembling. They are worn and dirty. Full of guilt and ego. I try to wash them, but the dirt remains. I scrub over and over. Nothing. Wash away the sins of the world and have mercy on us. Wash away the sins of the world. Have mercy on us. Wash away the sins of the world. Grant us your peace.
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