This hymn has such deep meaning. It speaks to my heart and mind. Makes me stand still. I can be so distracted by the everyday challenges of life that I may forget to stop and think of my soul, of the spiritual growth of my children, or I may put the thought to the back of my mind to see to it "properly" later in the evening. But what the hymn says, inspired by the gospel, is that we must not let our minds and souls fall asleep, otherwise sin creeps in and drives us away from God's path.
It is very strange how this time of the year affects me. Sunday morning C and I went to church. We were in a good mood, as we both received the Holy Communion. We then read the Sunday papers and had a cup of coffee. At home we also did some work in the backyard, painting the fence which we had been putting off since autumn.
By afternoon though, the whole neighborhood was unusually quiet. There weren't any children riding bicycles, not the usual sounds of cooking and TV. When I went out to water the plants, it was as if the entire world was holding his breath. I mean it, litterally. Then I knew it was the beginning of the Holy Passion.
We didn't go to church last night, as Fee had alot to do for her English class today. She is doing some extra hours today and tomorrow as she will be sitting her Cambridge and Michigan exams in less than a month. We watched the service on the telly, instead.
I had an appointment with the physiotherapist this morning, a back issue that has been a nuissance for more than a month. On my way to the shop I stopped and took some photos of the inside of the church, decorated for the Holy Week.
The purple colors will be replaced with red and white rosettes on Saturday for the Resurrection service at midnight. I hope you all had a lovely time with your loved ones, and felt more intensely Christ's presence in your lives. Have a nice week ahead.
