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Sunday, March 27, 2016

Two Days

It has been a Holy Weekend of me wrestling with the reality that Christ wasn't for two full days. There was death. That was it. His family, his friends, his followers experienced the unimaginable - the complete and total absence of Hope. For two full days.

On Good Friday I sat in the sanctuary, staring up at the void. For where normally the Crucified Christ hangs dead center at the altar, a purple shroud had been draped. The solace and reverence I normally meditate on as I gaze into the pain-stricken face of my Savoir was unnervingly jarred. He simple wasn't there.

As we worked our way through the Stations of the Cross, I marveled at each point, immersing myself in the memory of Scripture and scenes from The Passion. The stained glass images were beautifully illuminated from the setting sun outside. They glowed with warmth, inviting and serene, even as they reminded us of Christ's torturous journey to Golgotha. We approached the twelfth station, finding me disappointed that the final three were not lit. Therefore the detail difficult to fully appreciate in their darkened state. Low and behold, they depicted the death, removal from the cross, and burial of our Lord. Once again, I was struck with what the Death of Christ signified. The Light of the World snuffed out and darkness fell.

This Weekend, in unexpected ways, has continued to point me to the Time Between. Between death and resurrection. Hours that had to have stretched on for an eternity. So many questions. So much despair. So little hope.

I know I dip my feet into dangerous waters when I say, "Thank you God, that I live now, and not then." - Because I know we ought not compare our situations to others, lest we sound like the Pharisee praying about the tax collector. But as I look at the lessons of this weekend, I cling to a fresh understanding of the Gift we have - we who live after the Resurrection. Because no matter the circumstances, no matter the amount of death, despair, or drudgery attempting to drown us, we have Hope. We have Light. We have Jesus. Praise be to God.

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