Pastor’s Letter
C U LT I VAT E | H O LY W E E K
Tell me again.
Tell me again to cultivate new life—
a life where I believe in myself, a life where, dare I say, I love myself.
Tell me again to cultivate new life—
a life of dancing in the kitchen and slow cups of coffee;
a life where Sabbath is viewed as a gift as opposed to a luxury;
a life where I trust my own voice and speak words dripping in hope, heavy in love.
Tell me again.
Tell me again because I will forget.
Tell me again because change has never come easy.
Tell me again, because on Monday I’ll wave palms And by Friday I’ll be at the foot of a cross.
So if you can, tell me again Of the love that changed the world,
And my invitation to do the same.
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| Trinity Dancers by Hannah Garrity |