Here we are in the midst of spring, a breath away from the start of Holy Week. What words will we use to describe the anguish and the joy and the surprise? As we live through and imagine the story again, will we hear the stones cry out? What will they be saying to us? Will we feel the holiness?
Sometimes we know what is beyond a door once we open it; other times we do not. 
Piecing together memories from our past, links us to our present. 
What a beauty! Standing so bold, so straight, so tall! A lesson for us.
In plain sight 