In our dining room next to the patio door to our deck, I have a collection of crosses on the wall. It was not my intent to make it an altar of sorts, but it seems to have emerged into that. During the winter months, I bring in a ceramic stacked garden totem that I have been adding pieces to over the years. This year, it ended up under the crosses. Today, I noticed how the little bird on the top of the totem seemed to be sitting at the foot of the crosses.
It is Good Friday. I have seen many images of Mary standing beneath the the cross of her Son as he suffered and died. What would it be like to have been there? We only have the biblical accounts of what happened, but I can well imagine Mary’s anguish and gut wrenching cries. It is harder for me to imagine the excruciating pain Christ must have felt. Though he was the Son of God, he was also human.
Incense is symbolic of prayer rising. Though I know the artists intent was not that her totems would be used as an incense holder, it works.
Christ was the sacrifice once and for all for our sins. I will sit with this awhile. I will sit and imagine myself at the foot of the cross. I know this was not the end of the story. I know that this here, right now, is not the end of the story either.
Oh, God, what wondrous love you have given us…to suffer and die that we would no longer be separated from You…
