It begins with minus degree weather and sore legs from prostrations.
It begins with personal pain and so much unknown.
It begins with a stomach that is already gurgling, wondering about its food source.
But still it begins – and that is something.
It begins with forgiveness Sunday, and a heart of compassion toward my church body, even those I may not be fond of.
It begins with a fraction of hope and whispers of Pascha.
It begins with blue sky, and that is a wonder.
It begins with awe and wonder that the God who created the universe reaches out his compassionate hand beyond space and time to comfort and whisper in the dark “you are beloved.”
It begins with the love of God the Father, the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the communion and beautiful fellowship of the Holy Spirit.
Oh Lord, let it begin.