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Dear friends,
Yesterday I poked around in the garden beds at home. The crocus are on the cusp of blooming, the spring bulbs, day lilies, and hostas poking green shoots up through the dirt. I spent a few minutes thinking about some new plantings this summer. And then, it began to snow. A typical spring day in Michigan. Signs of new life everywhere, and yet winter is not quite finished with us.
Holy Week meets us in a similar place. We stand on the threshold of something new, glimpsing the promise of resurrection, even as we walk with Jesus through the shadowed days of betrayal, suffering, and death. It is a week that holds both the fragile beginnings of hope and the lingering weight of what has been.
Perhaps that is why this story speaks so deeply to us. It does not rush past the hard parts or pretend that winter is already over. Instead, it invites us to stay, to walk the whole journey, trusting that even now, beneath the surface, new life is quietly making its way toward the light.
I hope you will join us in the days ahead, as together we keep this holy week and watch for the signs of resurrection in our lives.
Peace,
Paul
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