I found myself standing in two very different lines over the past week. Sunday, at the Norfolk Airport waiting to go through the security check. Each time I stand in those lines, which is quite frequently lately, my blood begins to boil. I feel enraged inside. I think about my dad’s POW stint in WWII and think these great soldiers didn’t fight for our freedom so those freedoms could incrementally be taken away as we move toward becoming a police state. I would be embarrassed as an American to take a paycheck from the TSA! Those pat downs have no evidence of doing anything to improve security because they are patting down the wrong people! So, from that line that makes me more angry just writing about it to the next line.
Thursday Evening we stood in line at Bay Life Church to work our way through 9 stations that reminded of the last few days of Jesus earthly life. The last supper and having my feet washed for the first time ever and then getting to wash Gayle’s feet. Spending time in the garden, thinking about what the first garden must have been like. Moving to a place of awareness of how little it has taken for me to betray Him. Then standing by the fire with Peter warming my hands but not my heart. Putting my hand in red paint and putting my hand print on the paper with many others, having my hand in His death. Placing a rock on the cross representing the weight of my sin on His shoulders. Then sitting in the tomb, with a body wrapped in grave-clothes was sobering. Finally, taking communion in remembrance of the great gift that was given to purchase my freedom. Freedom that will never be taken away. Freedom that will last forever! He is risen!
Two lines! One taking freedom promising false security; one giving freedom offering real security!