the daily cross, 3-18-20


As long as I’m sitting here staring at the walls I might as well show you one of the walls I’m staring at. These are crosses and Jesus-related pictures I have gathered over the decades. Some have been picked up at trinket shops, used item stores, received as gifts, ones which have been in the family for years and others picked up on vacation or during Susan’s travels for Big Pill over her time there.



My father built his second* house ever in Carmel back in the early 60s. This picture of The Last Supper hung on the wall in the dining room from Day One. Then it was moved to our new house next door (which he built also) and hung over the dining area off the kitchen. When we sold my parent’s home a few years back I asked for this and the following item.



This crucifix hung over my parent’s beds in both homes. My mother was raised Catholic but joined the Lutheran faith to marry my father. She never gave up the ‘old ways’ by serving fish on Fridays, taking her palm leaves** seriously and keeping her rosary beads***. My sister-in-law, Katie (herself a Catholic), was a source of comfort for her until she died at age 75. Katie would bring her palms from her Catholic church after Palm Sunday mass as well as support her during illnesses. May God always bless Katie.



This is a cross my daughter, Marta, made most likely during a Vacation Bible School during her years at Holy Cross Lutheran Church. The glue she used  remains strong.



Marta once went on her most horrible spring break vacation to Florida one year. Despite the horribleness of it all she went shopping at a thrift shop and found two pictures which she bought for me. I think they cost a buck or two but because they are from her they are priceless.



When Susan, Aleksandrs, Marta and I joined Holy Cross back in the late 90s we each received this cross.



I received this as a birthday gift from the members of The V Small Group Bible Study. Thank you, Matt, Danielle, Alan, and Julie. You guys both rock and roll.



I bought this at a Cokesbury Bookstore. This shows Jesus washing His disciples’ feet. Why He did this is explained below.



This is a gift from Marta after a trip to Arizona. Say what? A skull? It being from Arizona a near-the-Mexican-border state it is a result of Mexico’s celebration of  The Day of the Dead. What is that? Winkerpedia writes:

It is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, in particular the Central and South regions, and by people of Mexican heritage elsewhere. The multi-day holiday involves family and friends gathering to pray for and remember friends and family members who have died, and helping support their spiritual journey. In Mexican culture, death is viewed as a natural part of the human cycle. Mexicans view it not as a day of sadness but as a day of celebration because their loved ones awake and celebrate with them.

I think I’ll stop here. I have others to show and might do some tomorrow and, possibly, Friday. What are you staring at while in self-imposed exile? Are you staring at pages in a book? Are you staring at flowing images on an I-Pad or widescreen television? Are you staring at (un)social media and blowing off steam? Are you staring at your puppy or kitten? Whatever you are staring at I hope it is keeping you calm and compassionate. Good day and good strong.


John 13:1-17

It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.

The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”

Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

“No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”

Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”

“Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”

10 Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you.” 11 For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean.

12 When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. 13 “You call me ‘Teacher’and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. 14 Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. 15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. 16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. 17 Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.


*the first home he built was in Latvia for his family when he was sešpadsmit gadus vecs (16 years old)

**The Catholic Church considers the blessed palms to be sacramentals. The vestments for the day are deep scarlet red, the colour of blood, indicating the supreme redemptive sacrifice Christ was entering the city to fulfill: his Passion and Resurrection in Jerusalem.

***A rosary is a made up of a crucifix, one larger bead, three small beads, another larger bead and then a medal. After the medal comes a larger bead again, followed by a group of 10 smaller beads. Around the rosary chain there are five sets of each of these beads one large, 10 small.

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