LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF JESUS

Icons are strange pictures. Jesus seems so austere. Not a friendly sort, but a friend. He certainly seems to beckon, both as a demand and as an invitation. I’m not ready yet to ask a question. I’m sure he would hear, maybe more than I want. I wait. I watch. I am.

My picture of questioning reflects the angst I feel often in the process. I think I desperately need an answer. And yet I can’t find it; others don’t seem at all concerned. It will come in the right time, but I hate to wait. I’m not sure it will come.

The comfort is hidden. It’s behind the eyes, in the other chair.

Lord Jesus, we promise this Lent... We seek you. We want to know what you would say. Forgive our selfish use of your gifts--earth, sky, sea, creatures, humans. Teach us God's ways. Let us be instruments of peace. Let this Lent be holy in your name. Amen.

Blessings, Caroline