
Martin Johnson Heade, “Newburyport Meadows”, (ca. 1876-81) (The Met)
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Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we shall go into such and such a town, spend a year there doing business, and make a profit”—you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.
—James 4:13-14
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Our cross is daily
And so are our decisions
Step by step we carry
Step by step we decide
Our cross may change…its shape, its size
Our decisions, like shadows, mirror the cross
Lengthening, stretching, thinning out—seemingly to even disappear—only to return—heavier, shorter, more compact—practically on top of us
It all depends on the angle and the path of the sun
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The Sun of Justice
The Son of God
He walked day-by-day
He was conscious of the hour
He knew when His hour was near
He knew when it was time to slip away
He knew
To heal a stranger
To correct a disciple
To teach the crowds
To challenge a scribe
When to stand still
When to be silent
When to turn the other cheek
When to forgive those who hunted Him down
Christ knew the hour of His sorrowful Passion
Christ Jesus knew how to embrace the Word of the Cross
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The Son of God knew His Father was trustworthy
He knew how to die
He knew how to live
He knew how to love
Day-by-day
Hour-by-hour
Minute-by-minute
Moment-by-moment
Jesus carried His Cross
He made decisions
Only concerned with fulfilling His Father’s will
Walk like Him
Walk with Him
Carry the cross you discover each new day
Give thanks for the blessings that come in the shape of a couple of crisscrossed beams
Make decisions accordingly
Planning to do more is to presume
—to presume to know what cross you’ll need to carry a few moments from now—
Doing any less is to put the cross gently laid upon your shoulder down
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But for you who fear my name, the sun of justice
will arise with healing in its wings;
And you will go out leaping like calves from the stall…
—Malachi 3:20
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—Howard Hain
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