The Peace Of Christ Is Yours

The last cardboard box is open and almost out the door. The Amazon delivery man said he hopes to never see me again. Forwarded mail is unforwarded, which means it’s out there in the ether somewhere. Sue and I have sore backs from bending and lifting. And we like our new apartment home very much. (A plug for Album Marana, the 55+ community). I’m happy to say that through the move into storage for three months, out of storage and delivery to Album Marana and unpacking, we have found no breakage or damage. Remarkable! I certainly credit the professional packer who wrapped everything so carefully. Her name is Sue and she has moved the Pierce family 28 times in 62+ years of marriage. Truly remarkable!

As I was setting up my little office, I came across the items pictured above. They came together quite by chance on the top shelf of a bookcase, and this morning, at 4:00 a.m. it occurred to me that together they bring a word of thanksgiving. The candle, the chalice, and the woman lifting her hands in prayer. Yes, I know the candle is not burning, but it’s sitting right under a smoke detector and it is 4:00 a.m. A fire alarm is not the way be introduced to the community. So, receive the blessing of the candle and let your light shine throughout this gifted day, the blessing of the cup and all that it means in this Lenten season, and the blessing received from hands raised to the heavens in petition and praise. The peace of Christ is yours. Press on.