In Louisiana, a woman lies buried beneath a grove of 150-year-old oak trees in the cemetery of an Episcopal church. Only one word is carved on her tombstone: Waiting.
A friend of mine knows an elderly pastor who delivered a stirring Good Friday sermon titled Its Friday, but Sundays Comin. In a cadence that increases in tempo and volume, his sermon contrasts how the world looked on Fridaywhen the forces of evil seemed to have triumphedwith how it looked on Sunday. The disciples who lived through both days never doubted God again. They learned that when God seems most absent, He may be closest of all.
The sermon skips one day, thoughSaturdaythe day with no name. What the disciples lived through in small scale, we now live through on cosmic scale. Its Saturday on planet earth; will Sunday ever come?
That dark, Golgothan Friday can only be called good because of what happened on Sunday. Easter opened up a crack in a universe winding down toward decay. And someday God will enlarge the miracle of Easter to cosmic scale.
Meanwhile, we wait in hopeful anticipation, living out our days on Saturday, the in-between day with no name.
Its Saturday. But Sundays comin.
First up the head on shot.
An SR-71 inflite with an airport in the bckground. Anybody know where by chance?
There's power and then there's raw power, an SR-71 in burner at night. Who has the hot dogs?
A classic picture of the Sr-71 in flight>
Another classic blackbird shot.
And off into the sunset we go as we conclude tonight's Flyby
Y'all have a great Easter weekend and stay safe out there. Replies may be light this evening as alfa6 Sr is in town for the weekend.
Regards
alfa6 ;>}
Thank you for our daily bread Mayor & may you have a blessed Easter! *Hugs*
Thanks, Mayor, for today’s sustenance for body and soul.