The Wound of Death, The Healing of Hope
It hit me while I was riding the lawn mower earlier this week. Maybe it was the smell of freshly cut grass or the memory of my grandmother sitting astride her dark green lawn tractor that triggered it but grief, the pain and loss of missing someone I loved so much, snuck up and stabbed me right in the heart.
This morning, standing in the cemetery of an historic church, the sun cresting over the trees chasing the cold and darkness away, I heard a familiar story;
“When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, ‘Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?’ When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, ‘Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.’ So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.”
Hope, it seems, can also surprise you. In the midst of pain, heartache, uncertainty and doubt. When comfort of spirit and peace of mind are an illusion, hope makes itself known in the most unlikliest of places and pierces our souls with light, belief, assurance.
A blessed and Holy Easter
Posted on April 5, 2015, in Life and tagged #Easter2015 #ResurrectionSunday #Jesus #Easter #life #hope #belief #grief. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.