Un-Moored

It's Holy Week in Christian Circles. It's the first Holy Week in nearly 20 years that I have intentionally absented myself from the traditional ebb and flow that begins with Lent, through Palm Sunday, the deliberate embrace of the heartbreak of Good Friday, to the Hallelujah chorus of Easter. I read the status messages of my Christian friends as they acknowledge the day and the season we are in, and I am moved in the same way that I would be if I was sitting beside them. I know what time it is; what day it is; and what season it is. I am moved by the universal embrace and celebration of our collective salvation as The Church.  I am not moved or motivated to make my way to the building, any building, where these celebrations are occurring.  Yet, I remember. I celebrate. I remember that the cost for my redemption was a price I could not pay.  I remember that my redemption was paid for with blood and death.  I remember that it was love for me, for ME, that held my Savior to the cross.  And while it is today that we acknowledge the horrendous price, it is also today, and everyday, that I say Hallelujah to the Lamb of God who was slain but lives. I raise my heart and voice to celebrate and praise the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Most likely I will not be among that number who gather to celebrate in the traditional building on Sunday morning. It is an odd, but OK for now, feeling.  Walking in the quiet means that I am not choosing a path, at least not right now.  Truth is that there are multiple paths that present themselves, but none in which Holy Spirit has said "here is a path, walk therein." So I will walk forward, in the quiet, prayerfully observing the shiny objects on the side of the road. Pausing occasionally to act or speak as I am compelled, but then continuing on the road, to a destination yet unrevealed.  A discovery (maybe re-discovery) this week as I was pondering being un-moored (set adrift), my direct encounters with the presence of God consistently happen in these periods of quiet dis-quiet. The quiet dis-quiet. Ahhhh ... Thank you God for that revelation.  But that is for another post! Wishing any who visit here a blessed Happy Easter. He is Risen!