John's conversation went something like this:
Paska. It's delicious. She only makes it once a year. Paska, not pasta. P-a-s-k-a. No noodles in it.
Yes, I'm making another batch today, though I'm quite certain this will be the end of it until Easter season 2012.
The day between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, I always think of as being in the hollow, away down in the valley. So low. We aren't, of course, so low. We are sympathizing with the disciples, followers, and Mary who felt as if they had lost everything. I often say, and have said it on this blog before, we shall never know the sorrow of those people who saw Him die and believed that God had failed. Never. No matter what happens to us.
My reading this morning was Max Lucado's Cure for the Common Life. Love his work, if you've never read one of his books, treat yourself soon.
And how!What clout do a tiny manger and a bloody cross carry in a forest of Jewish tradition and Greek philosophy? How can a backwoods movement headed by a rural carpenter gain traction in a religious world dominated by Epicureans, Stoics, and Gnostics? This is a kid on a skateboard entering the Daytona 500.
A blessed day to you...
Edited to Add for clarification's sake 4/23/11 - 4:00 pm:
*Paska* at Mennonite Girls Can Cook Lovella's recipe (which I use) and Marg's recipe (more loaves and while we're at it, here's Ellen's *Paska spread*).
*Paska* is mentioned on my own blog 1. here and 2. here for starters. (My search won't allow me to move past page 1 and I have a page 2. That's how much we love Paska around here!)