From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (2)

 Easter As Message 

Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, 

dead to the world, 

it is never any more than a grain of wheat. 

But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over.

 In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. 

But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.

                                                            ‭‭John‬ ‭12:24-25‬ ‭(The Message)

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There is death, destruction, grief, sighs and tears....

Scars of a war, Kyiv, Ukraine, Feb 2022

An old, hauntingly beautiful folk song from Ukraine 

(Click on the link to listen)

Plyve Kacha 

The lyrics, translated into English: 

A duck swims upon the Tysyna [river].

Mother of mine, don't cry for me.

You will cry for me in an evil hour;

I don't know myself where I will die.

I will perish in a strange land,

And who will bear me to the grave?

Foreign people will carry me out.

Won't this be a grief to you, mother?

How ever, little son, could it not bring grief?

You [once] lay upon my heart.

... A duck swims upon the Tysyna.

Life is filled with times of uncertainty, groping about in the dark, waiting

There are also moments of awakening, of exciting new life, transformation 

"Easter is the eruption of life from a tomb as God's huge surprise, 

going in a different direction, and if anything, 

proof that you can never predict how God is going to act next.

I value Easter as the reminder that you never know where life is going to come from next, 

and there's no sense being attached to the day before yesterday 

because the day before yesterday is dead, and today something is alive.

So why not follow the life, and see where it leads, 

with some kind of trust in the spirit's ability to blow where nobody expected to blow, 

and in a direction nobody expected it to go into

- and be willing to be blown away." 

                                                                                 Barbara Brown Taylor

A blessed, meaningful Easter to each one of you.

George and Matilda