Yesterday, I thought about Jesus and the season calling yellow jasmine to burst forth and wrap with freedom its vine around tree trunks, branches and old fence posts. The clinging seemed to be loose; but, at the same time quite secure. The beautiful bloom drawing my eye, the vibrant camellia, the soon to be blooming rose.  

Lisa Tindal - The Beauty We See (submitted March 11)

Glorious Day by Lisa Tindal

 Another Easter will have come and gone. Sundays will move into summer and the awe and acknowledgment of our Savior’s death on the cross will possibly be less of remembrance and more a recall.

In the eighth chapter of Luke, we get a glimpse into how the disciples, Jesus and a group of women sojourned together. Following Jesus, along with the disciples were a group of women, three are mentioned, Mary Magdalene, Joanna and Susannah, as those who provided for Jesus, observed his ways, listened to his parables and were committed followers.

Soon afterward he went on through cities and villages, proclaiming and bringing the good news of the kingdom of God. And the twelve were with him, and also some women who had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities: Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out, and Joanna, the wife of Chuza, Herod’s household manager, and Susanna, and many others, who provided for them out of their means. Luke 8: 1-3 ESV

In the presence of Jesus, they heard for themselves the parable of the Sower, were able to listen intently as Jesus made clear his comparison of the Word of God as seeds to be sown by us and how we steward those seeds well or discard them, how we plant; but, don’t fertilize or how we hold fast patiently until the fruit is evident.

Then He spoke of the light they had inside them, the light that took the place of the evil infirmities of before.

Jesus reminding us still, nothing is secret, what we bring to the light will be healed. 

Will be made beautiful.

I imagine the women who were following standing close enough to see all of the healing.  I’m drawn to the story of the woman soiled by her endless menstrual flow and her timidly hopeful seeking of Jesus’s touch.

I believe there was a chorus of joyous hallelujahs from those who were so fortunate to see her healed, those women who understood how painful her plight had surely been. 

Every day we encounter women with hardship, malady, hopelessness, and even hostility. If we are followers of Jesus, it is our calling to be sure they see our healing, our helpless conditions reversed, our own demons healed, our stained garments forever clean.

Are we walking with Jesus so that every interaction is a chance to bring him near?

Like the women in the background, do we cherish the chance to see others redeemed? After all, isn’t it the same with us? Were we not once like those yearning to be made clean, new and healed? 

May we never lose that recall, that remembrance of our befores. May we welcome other women, stand beside and behind them and give praises for the beautiful and the new, the beauty we see.



Lisa Tindal

Lisa Tindal

Isaiah 30:15 quietness and trust shall be your strength. (ESV)