Lost Letters

The beginning of Holy Week-and I’d love to just have to time to sit in the Word and praise Him. I’ve sat here knowing my Fridayis catch-up day but discovered something to good to get up.  James and John, the sons of Zebedee. We know they were special to Jesus, so special that he gave them a nickname-“sons of thunder.” We know their faithfulness and we know that Jesus entrusted one of the brothers(John) to care for his mother Mary. While Jesus endured the cross he spoke these words, “Woman, here is your son.” And to John, “Here is your mother.” John 19:26-27 So we know His love for them.  But let’s go back…to the Sons of Zebedees own mother…the Gospel of Mark refers to her as Salome. Tradition has it that she was a follower of Christ as well. One standing at the cross.  Salome was like any mother, wanted the best for her children. So much so, she sat at Jesus feet one day and the bible says -“respectively ask a favor.”  She said to Jesus, “in your kingdom, please let ...

  There’s always been a running joke between my sister Tracey and I (and even Robin-God rest her soul) of who was Martha and which one of us was Mary. If you know either of us, even a tad, then you can definitely answer that question. We’ve joked about it for years and not intending to discount either one, because clearly Jesus loved them both, just as He loves us both. It’s just that we have different personalities, different traits, and different desires. Tracey has always been considered our Martha, if you’ve ever been blessed enough to have been invited to her home, an event, family dinner or Christmas or any holiday you know just how special she makes things. Every detail-decor, food, everything. Thank God she’s our Martha -otherwise we’d have some sad family gatherings. She’s busy, she’s intentional and her gift is hospitality. She makes vacations exceptional because she brings the kitchen sink -if you know what I mean. She will make you feel right at home as she scurries aro...