A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)
It’s Easter Sunday. Christ has Risen. Hallelujah . . . Hallelujah!
“Where oh death is now thy sting,” sing the celebrants.
Well, it’s about an inch away from where it was before the resurrection.
The conditions of my life have not changed a whole heck of a lot.
What has changed is a quiet little knowing inside me, that is life giving. I am hope-filled.
This story of death and resurrection, in all its grittiness, has great meaning – in my life, and your life, and all life.
Like the rhythm of nature, the seasons, the cycles of the moon, we are reminded of the constant cycle of building up and tearing down. And building back up again. Life-death-new life.
This is the Easter story.
It’s not a victory march. It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah.
But a hallelujah nonetheless.
Hallelujah; it’s Easter.
“I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah”Leonard Cohen
Music. Alleluia. Sing It!
Peace Be With You:
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