Rhonnie Scheuerman’s Inspiration Station For All In Need This Morning

 The Cross In Focus Author: Marci Alborghetti

Years ago , when I lived alone, I decided not to speak from Wednesday night in Holy Week to Easter Sunday morning.  It wouldn’t be too difficult  with e-mail and testing , but then it  it took a little planning.  Early in the week I did my grocery shopping, made phone calls and care of any tasks  that required speech. I took Maundy Thursday off from work, Good Friday was a holiday. I wanted to be silent  because sometimes my mouth  works faster than  my brain, and it’s only when I’ve finished saying something that I realize I ought to have kept it to myself.  That week I wanted to take preventive measures.  By keeping my mouth shut.  I could be assured of not hurting or offending  during those holy days.  It worked. But, of – course, God had a lot more to teach me.  What I considered a sacrifice  became a form of worship, and into my silence. God poured a torrent of grace.  I understood  more deeply than ever before the meaning of Holy Week.  I felt the flutter  of the linen cloth when the disciple fled  naked, abandoning  Jesus in the Garden of  Gethemane.  I  saw  the shadow of members of the Sanhedrin rushing through the night to their secret meeting.  I felt the agony of Peter, bent over in shame at his betrayal  , while the cock crowed  for the third time.I shivered in the chill of the sudden darkness  at  the foot of the Cross.  I heard the waiting of the women and Mary’s soft  sobs as she bent over her Son’s body.  Into my silence flowed  sacrifice, and I wondered if I’d ever speak again. ting of the women and Mary’s soft  sobs as she bent over her Son’s body.

Into my silence flowed  sacrifice, and I wondered if I’d ever speak again.