-walking
in from the back
I dreamed
a dream in time gone by
When hope
was high and life worth living
I dreamed
that love would never die
I had to
come and see for myself; the tomb –empty.
After the darkness of the storm, the rumbling of the ground; the
sporadic comings and goings on the streets, everyone lying low...I was sure
that life had killed the dream. That
once again we were a people alone, that God forsook us...and this time died; was
dead.
But the
tomb, it looks open, empty.
Today, in
the wee hours of the morning, the disciples –that is the boisterous, ranting,
cheerleading Peter –came with an exaggerated tale. He came to the tomb and then comes to tell us
that it is empty...that the stone was rolled away, the linens were folded, and
there were angels; mystical Peter. He
always seems to forget that many of us are “simple chic” –straight forward,
step by step followers. Practical.
This
is not practical!
Potentially
awesome, completely mind blowing if true, but not practical!
Could Jesus
be alive? Like Lazarus “a real live,
once dead person”.
I’m no
longer young and unafraid. I’ve grown
up; aged significantly in recent days.
And I am afraid.
This is
serious business! Something one could
get killed over.
Perhaps
Jesus body was moved, just to excite an excuse for the use of force.
The powers
that be, need only catch a whiff of this and there will be trouble.
*pause for
thought*
Look at the
clouds...
White and puffy;
floating across that bright expanse of blue.
Peaceful., idyllic, happy.
Happy to be
–light playing through their folds, purposefully joyous.
Do I see in
them day dreams, glimmers, of hope?
...A day,
today even, where the upside down happenings of this year’s Passover have
changed everything –or could change the world if we let them.
It’s not
about Jesus being here. Not physically
anyway; it’s the tomb empty, Jesus mysteriously gone.
It’s how
Jesus affected us, mentored how to live –to love; his presence continuing to be
here somehow in everything I see, touch, hope, and imagine. The clouds look redeemed somehow, and seem to
cast the world in a different light...one full of potential for restoration,
rebirth, and relationship.
It’s seeing
–no finding –no experiencing- Jesus; dare I whisper, Messiah, somewhere in the
world – through observation and serving.
I understand now. Yes, through watching
in the garden, washing feet, eating with everyone, sharing a meal with anyone.
It is the potential
possibility of serving Christ in the present –this pushes us outward, onward,
into the great unknown of resurrection. Service
causes resurrection, of relationship, of the Incarnate God...
Christ
appears in that moment; Alive! More
than simply a day dream.
God has not
forsaken the world. God is
forgiving. God is...
...when we
are.
I [dream] a dream [within my heart]
I dream..
of love and [a] life worth living
I [believe] that love [can] never
die
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