One more day...just one more.

It has been a long journey to the cross. Today is Good Friday, bittersweet and ironic.  Today is the day we set aside to remember that Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, was beaten to within an inch of his life and then hung on a cross to finish the job.  And in that instant, when He breathed his last, the Temple curtain was torn, the old system was made obsolete, and we all died by proxy. 

It has been a long experiment. As of tonight, I should have scoured over my entire collection of possessions and removed 190 of them for the garbage can or the thrift store.  In some ways it never got too hard (I have ample possessions to choose from so that nothing was a real sacrifice), but the self-inflicted obligation did become tedious there for a few weeks. I must say that I am glad to be at the end of this season, and I really have no regrets about it at all.   It has changed the way I see the things around me in the house, my office, my car...I hope I can become quicker to loan what I have, to be less anxious at the handling of certain pieces of pottery, to feel more free to make gifts of items to those who need or appreciate them, to be known as a "Master of Giving." 

The five books I have for tonight won't earn me any special titles, but it's what I can do right now.  I am pondering my next and last move tomorrow and wondering if I can live up to the exorbitant generosity my heart is being tugged at to exhibit.  We shall see.

Peace.