Dear Rose Park,
This Saturday I’ll board a plane to Bozeman, Montana by way of Denver, Colorado. I’ll stay with a college friend on Saturday, hear that same college friend preach on Sunday morning, and then drive 5 hours to my final destination of Kalispell, MT. I’ll be there for a week doing work with my doctorate cohort; I’m looking forward to the trip, but packing a suitcase is never fun.
Dear Rose Park,
1 Happy are those
who do not follow the advice of the wicked,
or take the path that sinners tread,
or sit in the seat of scoffers;
2 but their delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law they meditate day and night.
3 They are like trees
planted by streams of water,
which yield their fruit in its season,
and their leaves do not wither.
In all that they do, they prosper.
Dear Rose Park,
Throughout scripture we encounter a repeated theme: the path of the righteous and the path of the foolish. On this Wednesday of Holy Week we are abruptly met with Judas and his willingness to forego an eternal relationship with Christ in order to gain immediate gratification on the path of the foolish.
