Thank you…Such helpful and thought provoking words for the place we find ourselves in, the liminal space of the already not yet… “the waiting Christ”… we wait, we long for your return O Christ our resurrected King
I've been thinking about Jesus's followers and what they might have been feeling, thinking, wondering on Holy Saturday. I imagine they were feeling the same way we often feel: What's going on? I don't get it. How could I have gotten this so wrong? It all became clear the next day, and it will all be clear to us one day.
I loved when you said, “I also know the paradox that it is not a fright at all. You gain sanity for not hoping in permanence. You grow wise for remembering you will die.” This is so true. When faced with death, life takes on new meaning in different ways.
“The Christ of the time being” was a powerful phrase for me. In a few minutes my family will go to the cemetery to place an Easter wreath of tulips on my son’s grave. I am trusting in the “Christ of the time being”to remind me that someday I will know why God allowed my son to die before me. I know God loves me and that He is good.
"the Christ of the time being." I love that, and I'll quote you on it. Thanks for this, Jen. Happy Easter!
Thank you…Such helpful and thought provoking words for the place we find ourselves in, the liminal space of the already not yet… “the waiting Christ”… we wait, we long for your return O Christ our resurrected King
I've been thinking about Jesus's followers and what they might have been feeling, thinking, wondering on Holy Saturday. I imagine they were feeling the same way we often feel: What's going on? I don't get it. How could I have gotten this so wrong? It all became clear the next day, and it will all be clear to us one day.
A solid reflection, I appreciated this so much.
I loved when you said, “I also know the paradox that it is not a fright at all. You gain sanity for not hoping in permanence. You grow wise for remembering you will die.” This is so true. When faced with death, life takes on new meaning in different ways.
“The Christ of the time being” was a powerful phrase for me. In a few minutes my family will go to the cemetery to place an Easter wreath of tulips on my son’s grave. I am trusting in the “Christ of the time being”to remind me that someday I will know why God allowed my son to die before me. I know God loves me and that He is good.