by the feet
I’ve revised this old post, added the photo, and am sending it out as my Good Friday offering. It still speaks to me–given the number of family members missing from my old photos. As they say, life isn’t for sissies. Neither is death. And we have a faithful Shepherd who won’t abandon us.
George and Louisa MacDonald with their 11 children
plus eldest daughter Mary’s fiancé
Maybe it’s my age. Or the ever-present reality of death in our media-saturated world. I’m grateful for these words from George MacDonald. Good Friday invites me to consider death with my eyes wide open.
March 21 and 22
O Lord, when I do think of my departed,
I think of thee who art the death of parting;
Of him who crying Father breathed his last,
Then radiant from the sepulchre upstarted.—
Even then, I think, thy hands and feet kept smarting:
With us the bitterness of death is past,
But by the feet he still doth hold us fast.
Therefore our hands thy feet do hold as fast.
We pray not to be spared the sorest pang,
But only—be thou with us to the last.
Let not our heart be troubled at the clang
Of hammer and nails, nor dread…
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