I love the idea of celebrating well, especially for thoughtful seasons like Advent and Easter. But sometimes, you just can't get all your Ann Voskamp ducks in a row.
While Passion Week is increasingly important to me to observe and give its due attention so that Easter doesn't jump up and surprise us like some over-gorged-on-chocolate bunny, the truth is that celebrating well takes a lot of time and preparation and sometimes I get it done but sometimes, I just don't.
Today was Maundy Thursday, the day we remember the Pascha or Passover meal Jesus ate with his disciples, where he washed their feet and gave them the new commandment to love one another in the same servant-like way. We had dinner at our coffee table, with wine and grape juice and naan and one candle.
I was reminded that even without well-pulled together ideas, true worship can sort of glow through all our grime. Like the light shining through cracked pots.