Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Sunday, 23 March 2008

He is Risen.

On a cold and miserable Easter morning, 50 of us from three churches gathered at Cal Anderson Park to celebrate the rising of the Son. It was a very odd morning, for it was not spritzing, as is common in Seattle- it was raining, and raining in hard.

James, pastor at Capitol Hill Presbyterian (Off Broadway) spoke a rousing sermon of how Jesus came to this world in weakness and misery. Though more might have attended had the weather been clearer, we couldn't have asked for more fitting weather for a God who came not in power, but in weakness and suffering.


Resilient Hawk said...

He is risen, indeed.

mom said...

Ours in Lythia Park. I particularly liked the touch of folding the cloth before he left the tomb...kind of like a well bred lady does in a fine restaurant...Still drizzling down here.