Milk and Honey Lattes

Milk and Honey Lattes

Right after we sort out the candy, take down the cobwebs and spooky decorations, and toss the rotting pumpkin from our front porch, Sarah is ready to decorate for Christmas and start drinking Peppermint Mochas.

I, on the other hand, am a traditionalist. I need to wait another four weeks or so, watch Santa glide past Macy’s on a Thursday morning, and eat an unhealthy amount of carbs before I’m ready to prepare my heart and mind for Christmas.

We can’t wait to celebrate and remember Jesus stepping into creation. We jump at the opportunity to look toward the little town of Bethlehem. We love the traditions of counting down the days and indulging in the treats of the season.

But Easter feels different.

Parking During A Holy Week

Parking During A Holy Week

Sometimes it seems like it is feast or famine.

It is all or nothing.

It is chaos or calm.

This is Holy Week. A week that is set apart, a week that is specifically set aside to reflect upon what happened 2000 years ago in Jerusalem. A week with high highs and low lows.

During a week that is so big, that is so full, that we see so much of what God has done and is doing, it is also a week where we have so many people in town.

It is a bit of a feast, a bit of chaos, a bit of everything.