I went to the wilderness this Good Friday morning to worship in the best way I knew how. A pure white flower with four heart shaped petals gave an eloquent Easter sermon on the miracle of new life given to us as pure Grace, blooming in the desert of our hearts when we least expect it.

Then I looked up and saw the dry red earth covered with white flowers!  My heart leaped into hope, for I had been despairing for days about the cruel fate of this tortured earth.  I knelt in the red dirt and built an altar to express that hope, that Easter hope,  which knows that Life does overcome the worst that death can do.