This Sunday At Peace
Scripture: Acts 12:6-17
Ripe blackberries are my very favorite fruit (and un-ripe blackberries might be my very least favorite). It seems like the chunk of time when blackberries are dependably perfect and delicious lasts about one month--and guess what?
We are in that month right now.
It's here. This is the moment... to stand in the yard on a cool, dew damp morning and eat a little bowl of bliss. Perfect blackberries. Here and gone.
You could throw blackberries back like movie theater popcorn for Sunday's scripture. It's worthy of a summer blockbuster: There's awful loss. There's an epic escape, a miraculous victory. There's chaos. And there's a sharp, funny young girl.
There's a lot in there for us, too. We'll hold back the brambles and find the abundant delight to share.
There's plenty to go around.
Peace to you,
Paula