Slice of Life Day 15 of 31: Journeys (my March theme)
Visiting Rome in June 2019 was one of the highlights of all my travel experiences. The city holds powerful ancient history, the most heartbreaking and moving sculpture in all the world, and the footprints, fingerprints, and brush strokes of the most accomplished artists who’ve ever lived. It’s a mecca for culinary delights – pastas, sauces, olive oils, pizzas, gelatos, and tiramisus.
Rome is also home to the most iconic fountain in all of Italy – the Trevi Fountain, full of the coins of those who have thrown in one coin (from their right hand over their left shoulder) wishing to return to the city of Rome, two coins to fall in love, or three coins to marry the person they love. I am blessed to be married to the love of my life, so I threw one coin.
Rome is also where Julius Caesar was betrayed and stabbed by those who conspired against him after having been warned by a soothsayer about the Ides of March.
Two conflicting ideas came to mind as I left my own footprints on the streets of Rome: persecution and promise. Each day, we make choices about what we believe – whether to live in fear of persecution or to proactively place our hope in the promise of a better tomorrow. Sunday’s sermon reminded us that we are travelers on this journey, pilgrims on the intersecting roads of time- weaving past and present to plant the seeds of the future. In a world of soothsayers seeking to squelch all hope, I turn from all bewaring of the Ides of March to beholding the fountain of promise.
I hum the postlude the pianist played in church last Sunday, “O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, our shelter from the stormy past, and our eternal home.”
18 So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us.