A blessed Good Friday to each of you, my friends.
I am grateful to be writing after some long radio silence – sick kids, meaningful visits from loved ones, new baby developmental milestones that equaled wonky sleep around here, and the like (I forgot how the ability to stand up and cruise around in a crib throws things off!). I am praying this Lenten journey has been a grace-filled one for you, even if your moments to reflect have not come as often as you would have liked. It can be enough.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about death and new life. Especially today. Before being taken away for crucifixion, Jesus talks to his disciples about seeds. New life comes from a seed when it goes into the earth and “dies.” And death, as we know, comes in all kinds of forms.
The part of Jesus’ final discourse that really stood out to me this week was when he says,
Right now, I am storm-tossed. And what am I going to say? ‘Father, get me out of this?’ No, this is why I came in the first place. I’ll say, ‘Father, put your glory on display.’ (John 12:27-28 The Message)
Jesus said ‘yes’ to the death because he knew that particular ‘yes’ was also ‘yes’ to a whole bunch of other things.
As we hold space today for Jesus’ yes – to a cross and ultimately to new life – I am praying for you in the personal forms of death for which you are holding space right now. I pray there will be lots of room for both the death as well as the new life, because they always need each other.
You are brave.
When I peered up from the hole and saw no way out,
When what was taken away gave no warning,
When I didn’t think I had the courage
(or even the energy)
to live into a life looking nothing like it did before…
Something was happening.
The thing I I thought would break me –
that did break me –
is now making me.
“Great is the mystery of faith…”
The pieces of life’s puzzle come together here and there,
or shockingly in a big patch at once,
and I see You,
active and good in all things.
Your power to redeem –
to take the most painful death and losses
and grow from them living, breathing gifts
that take my own breath away in awe.
Somehow this hard, hard, hard thing –
when given in earnest to you today
(and many tomorrows from now!)
becomes an open channel where
something amazing will flow.
A passage echoing
with a tender Voice –
You can trust me with all the things….
in all the things…
And yes, this.
Why is it, God, that
death is so demanding –
commanding space in my soul,
in my schedule,
to really lean in
to the new reality I’m asked
It took your disciples a while too.
I know you promise
I have as much time as I need,
and that fruit will continue to
bud and burst.