Jesus says, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.” Today, if Jesus said this to us, we might ask, “Who isn’t?” The busyness of our days and the crush to accomplish many things drives us to anxiety about how we will get it all done and worry that makes it hard for us to listen to anything but our own mental chatter. I sometimes imagine Jesus saying, “Cathy, Cathy, you are anxious and worried about many things.”

“He saved his life!”  THAT is the thought that raced through my head as I heard my brother share with me his memories of what happened to him on March 24 after getting phone calls that day from my sister that he had collapsed in his front yard, was unresponsive and was headed by ambulance to the hospital.  That neighbor, that EMT, that doctor had all helped save his life.  Thank God, a neighbor called 911 so quickly and my brother is ok.  As I have reflected on this, I could not help but think that phrase is something we can all say as witnesses to the Good Fridays of our lives.  “He saved my life.”  And that “he” is Jesus.  Jesus saved my life on Good Friday.   The good thief on the cross can say that.  The woman caught in the act of adultery can say that.  The lepers that were cured can say that.   But can we say that?