Today it was 31 degrees, and the sky looked like it had something serious in mind. The radio said there was a winter storm watch, and before long the snow began flying sideways past the windows like little white birds that had lost their way. Sister Mary Claire looked out at it for a while and said it might be wiser to wait and go to Church tomorrow instead, when the storm might pass. I was glad she said that because the wind was howling so hard it rattled the old window frame.
Even though we stayed home, I kept thinking about today’s meditation called “Barabbas Is Preferred to Jesus.” Sister explained it to me at the table while the snow kept blowing harder and harder outside. She said it must have been very sad for Jesus to stand there so quietly while the people chose Barabbas, who was a criminal, instead of Him. Just a few days before they had shouted Hosanna and wanted Him to be their king, and then suddenly they changed their minds.
Sister said sometimes people can be like that when they forget God and start thinking more about themselves than about what is right. She told me the meditation is asking us a question in our hearts: Do we choose Jesus, or do we choose something else instead?
I sat there thinking about that for quite a while. Jesus stayed silent and humble even when people treated Him unfairly. Sister said His Heart was still praying the whole time. That made me feel a little ashamed because I sometimes complain when small things bother me.
Before supper I went out to the chicken coop to make sure the hens had plenty of food and water before the storm got any worse. The wind pushed the snow right across the yard and into my coat sleeves. The chickens were already tucked in on their roost, warm together above the straw and clucking softly in the dim light.
When I came back inside, I brushed the snow from my coat and boots and warmed my hands by the stove while Mini stayed close beside me, happy to be back in the warmth.
As the snow kept sweeping across the yard, I thought again about the crowd choosing Barabbas instead of Jesus. I hope that when my own little choices come during the day, I will remember to choose Jesus and stay faithful to Him.
Dear Jesus,
I am sorry for the times I choose my own way instead of Yours.
Help me to be faithful and not change like the crowd did.
Teach my heart to love You more than anything else, and to stay close to You even when it is difficult. Amen.
Sister said sometimes people can be like that when they forget God and start thinking more about themselves than about what is right. She told me the meditation is asking us a question in our hearts: Do we choose Jesus, or do we choose something else instead?
I sat there thinking about that for quite a while. Jesus stayed silent and humble even when people treated Him unfairly. Sister said His Heart was still praying the whole time. That made me feel a little ashamed because I sometimes complain when small things bother me.
Before supper I went out to the chicken coop to make sure the hens had plenty of food and water before the storm got any worse. The wind pushed the snow right across the yard and into my coat sleeves. The chickens were already tucked in on their roost, warm together above the straw and clucking softly in the dim light.
When I came back inside, I brushed the snow from my coat and boots and warmed my hands by the stove while Mini stayed close beside me, happy to be back in the warmth.
As the snow kept sweeping across the yard, I thought again about the crowd choosing Barabbas instead of Jesus. I hope that when my own little choices come during the day, I will remember to choose Jesus and stay faithful to Him.
Dear Jesus,
I am sorry for the times I choose my own way instead of Yours.
Help me to be faithful and not change like the crowd did.
Teach my heart to love You more than anything else, and to stay close to You even when it is difficult. Amen.
P.S. I checked the chicken house one more time before dark, and Omelette was tucked safely on her roost between two other hens. She gave a soft little cluck when she saw me, as if to say everything was just fine in there despite the storm.
Love,
Kathy ✧
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