The Mountain in the Oldest City in the World

When I opened our front door today, what I saw was mountains.  Where I live, we are surrounded by mountains.   When you look right, there are mountains. When you look left, there are mountains. I never thought mountains in the winter could be so beautiful. The shades of gray and white turn into almost lavender, and the trees look like leaves upon a bushy hill. In my younger days, I had my fill of mountains but if there is one mountain I would’ve wanted to climb, it is found in the oldest city in the world. This is the mountain found in Jericho.   It is not a pretty sight as it is mostly ground with rock surfaces but it surprisingly has a water source.   On the mountain, there are centuries-old monasteries and a chapel built out of the rock, ravaged by wars.  There is an ancient, sacred seat that was where Jesus sat during his time of temptation ( Luke 4:1-13) Many places in Israel have churches over sacred spots where Jesus walked, but on this mountain, I fancied myself touching a tree

The Lenten Journey


Strong love

“The love which is not the offspring of the Passion is feeble.” -St. Francis de Sales

From the darkness of nothingness came the light of creation.  After the night comes the dawn.  Without Lent there can be no Easter. 

Though this time can pass without one noticing, it is a special time of much-needed grace. The Lenten season can be an opportune time to grow in the wisdom of the ages.

“if any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God who gives to all generously and ungrudgingly, and he will be given it.” James 1:1-11

Yesterday, my husband and planned a leisurely lunch at an outdoor museum but when we got there, the road was closed for the winter. So we thought we would just take a walk around. He pointed up to a distant building and asked if I thought I could reach it.

I didn't know if I could, but I wanted to try. I've climbed mountains before but never during winter. The snow felt like sand to my tropical mind.

I wanted to give up at one point, but then thought of a One who not only climbed a mountain, but was lacerated and carried a huge cross while doing it. All of this, He did for us.

Lent is a lot like climbing a mountain. One may forfeit observing this centuries-old tradition or one can choose to partake of this journey (not knowing how it will go).

Needless to say the view from the peak was indescribably awesome. So is the new life that Easter brings.

Lent starts on Ash Wednesday, February 14.  How apt!  Let us not love feebly.


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