Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” And having said this he breathed his last.
There the angel of the Lord appeared to him [Moses] in a flame of fire out of a bush; he looked and the bush was blazing but not consumed.
Be still, all people, before the Lord; for he has roused himself from his holy dwelling.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness—on them light has shined.
And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who from now on die in the Lord.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labors for their deeds follow them.”
The Lord went in front of them in a pillar of cloud by day, to lead them along the way, and in a pillar of fire by night to give them light, so that they might travel by and day by night.
Word and Image
offers two parts of my morning ritual, scripture and visual art. I make no
attempt to related the two (as I do in my daily quote and blog entries) and
yet, sometimes that will happen, for as we know God works in mysterious ways.