Fifth Sunday of Lent
I have lost track of the times I waited for Jesus to show up, watched him from the crowd, mourned with him, been angry with him and been human with him. Why is he now calling me out from the comfortable shadows? Perhaps, the thresholds crossed, the slow transformation, leaves no choice but to believe. As I step out from inside the darkness does that help bring Christ, to life? Reflection on Jn 11:1-45
Fire in the trees
