The Day Christ Died

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Yesterday I received a letter from my

friend Jean who is a retired missionary, in her 70s

now living in Sask. Canada.

She was a real source of blessing and encouragement to me

during my short stay in Chennai.

Here is a poem Jean included in her letter.

KNEELING IN JERUSALEM

by Anna Weems

When Lent comes - you have to put away the tinsel;

You have to put away your Christmas tree;

and stand in the open...vulnerable.

You either are or you aren 't.

You either believe or you don 't.

You either will or you won 't.

And, O Lord how we love the stable and the star!

When Lent comes the angel voices begin their lamenting,

And we find ourselves in a courtyard -

where we must answer

Whether we know Him or not.

Jean ends her letter with these words -

Love every single person.Forgive.Love everyone.

Restore relationships.Live in awe!

Let us try to have good conversations with others.

Let us live in freedom.

Be open in relationships and cherish them.

I am still learning Love to all.

Hot cross buns are eaten on Good Friday.
A hand-me-down from the British Raj I presume.
These are fruit buns with a cross.
We share them with others too.
They are not hot at all,
unless you get them fresh from the bakers.
Its our family tradition to have kitchrie for
Good Friday lunch.
For supper we will have bun omelet.
We had a 3 hour morning service
which featured the 7 last sayings of Christ
from the Cross.
Two families came.
One - occasional visitors and the other first timers.
A young man also came.
His newly wedded wife was too shy to attend.