But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for
It's said that the longest journey that a man will ever take is the eighteen inches between his head and his heart. Some don't survive that trip. Those left behind pick up the pieces as best they can, but things are never fully complete. Pieces are lost. We see the picture, and the gap, all at the same time. Forever incomplete.--Paulo Coelho .
This road has a fork, a choice of two paths. One leads to the dead end, the washed out bridge, the sudden crash that leaves you broken. The other leads on, to whichever rendezvous with destiny is in our stars. This is the hard path. It is a path that we will travel scarred and wounded.
We are wounded because we loved that which is lost to us. We get up and continue the journey because we love that which remains.
The Deity has given us free will. We always stand at that fork in the road, and He steps back to let us choose. He forgives us when we turn away, looking at that hard road, after all, his Son did, too.
The story of the Cross is not the story of Jesus alone. When the suffering on Good Friday happened, there were others that took their own hard path and stayed. Mary his mother, Mary of Magdala, and John the Beloved. They stood and gave witness. They accepted the suffering when they could do nothing more, and as that most horrible slow death by torture happened, they grieved because they loved.
And the story of the Resurrection is not the story of Jesus alone. The first witnesses are Mary his mother, Mary of Magdala, and Joanna, women coming to the tomb in their grief with spices to properly anoint the body. They find the tomb empty.
Why do you look for the living among the dead?
It was unbelievable. A man returned from crucifixion. Resurrected. It is still unbelievable. Do we dare believe?
So, this Easter, I am wounded, not broken. We have all been given the gift of life and life is for the living. The story of Jesus is story of a life lived with courage and joy. It is not just Good Friday and the Cross. Life is new births, laughter, moments of joy, a lover's kiss. Life is resurrection. Life calls me to bind my wounds and live on with that same courage. To remember what was with nostalgia and to look forward to what is yet to come with hope.
This Easter day, may the Spirit fill you to overflowing, even to that part of you which may never again be whole.
He is risen.
Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.