I am learning not to rush, Resurrection Sunday will come.
Victory is near.
The devil has been crushed.
Today as we read the gospel, I read slowly, word by word, not in a rush, but as if it were the first time I had read this passage; not knowing what would happen next.
Waiting, crying, swollen eyes, broken hearts, hopeless, tasting defeat.
“Our Jesus is not here, what would come next?”, the disciples thought.
For three long days they will be in the valley of the shadow of death..
They had forgotten the promise.
They had forgotten about Jonah’s sign.
They did not understand it all, yet.
But God was there, they couldn’t see Him of feel Him. But our God was there.
Resurrection was at hand, but they couldn’t really believe it.
The hours were long, their countenances fell down. All was quiet…or so they thought.
But Resurrection was at hand.
The beautiful picture used in this post was taken by my friend Claire Burge, and is being used here with her permission. Thank you, Claire.
Please read this, The Reality of Suffering on a Cross,
and this, The Crucifixion, at Christina’s place.
Next Friday come and read the last part of the series,
Homeschooling One Child, by Eileen Lawyer, my good friend.
