My son is attending a new school named Calvary Episcopal School. I find myself making notes on my calendar / phone to try to remember all the meetings and special events. When it comes time to put in the location of the parent meeting, craft fair, or Christmas Pageant, I find my self typing "Calvary."
Before I type the word, I pause. Each time I freeze and see the face of Jesus. Then, I realize how often I fail to meet him, at Calvary, on my knees. . .really envisioning him . . . the cross. Even the word Calvary is largely absent from my daily vocabulary.
I think this school might teach me as I walk past the stained glass windows and through the garden to pick up my son at Calvary.
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I am speechless. Thank you for writing this. I love you...for so many reasons.
ReplyDeleteGod's son, your son, our grandson--and Calvary. Thank you, Jesus, for Calvary.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great reminder of the direction our lives should be facing! Thanks.
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