Disruption

Spring has sprung in Virginia - the glory of the blossom has been replaced by the dogwoods and tulips. The weather is warm but you still need a jacket and the bright red Cardinal birds have returned to serenade us in the mornings. We shake from our wintery sedentary existence and wander the cobbled streets of Old Town, marveling how the higgled-piggled, coloured houses reflect the sun and the flowers in their window boxes.

How do those tulips push through the soil after the dormant winter? All that's required to produce a bright, red and orange trumpet hides in a bulb and then, right on time with all the others, bursts forth. Amazing. Tis' mystery all.

Now, it's Good Friday and I probably should be writing about Christ's setting aside of himself to suffer and die on our behalf. Telling you that forgiveness always has to cost someone, something; and that we all have to make some response to this Jesus' self-less act.

But Lisa, it's a lovely day, I hear you cry, some of us are on holiday for a few days, away with you and these morbid thoughts of death, sure Easter is coming on Sunday and we'll all be happy again.

It's so typical of Jesus - the master of the Art of Disruption. He's always leading people to do the unseemly; always keeping people guessing; always asking the impossible of his followers. He's always healing and loving in unusual ways, in untimely, unusual places. In His love He pursues, instigates and agitates....us.

So, what are you going to do with Jesus? How is He pursuing you? How has he instigated relationship with you? How has He got under your skin?

This Good Friday, full of sorrow and spring-time joy; turn your face to One who thought enough of you to choose the Disrupted Route to glory.