Holy Week 2014 – Two Days

Greetings Dear Reader,

So we wait.  The darkness of yesterday passed.  Judas is dead.  The darkness of that will linger for millennia.  The darkness of that will dampen the light until Christ makes all things new. 

The cool darkness in the tomb is so solitary.  A few feet away the soldiers stand guard.  If tomorrow is not the tomorrow we hope for then how long will there be a guard at the tomb?  They stand watch whilst the disciples hide in fear.

Everything about today is waiting.  It is how we wait that matters.  It is how I wait that counts.  Christ told his followers to wait and that he would rise in three days.  He told us to wait and he would come back for us.  He went to prepare things. 

Do I wait in faith?  Do I believe that Christ will return?  Do I believe that I serve a living God?  I want the answers to always be yes but sometimes my actions do not reflect this.  I wait in faith but a question plagues me.

Why was not anyone there at the tomb awaiting his resurrection?  How I wait matters.

The Passage – Dan Fogelberg

There's a ring around the moon tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that hang

So near, so near

There's a sound in the wind that blows

Through the wild mountain holds

Like the sighs of a thousand crying

Souls, crying souls

There's a time when the traveler is fated to find

That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind

And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again

And lead to his weary journey's end, his journey's end

In the passage from the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days

We run on and on without a backwards glance

We run on and on without a backwards glance

But I cast my fate with the wife of lot

I turned my gaze around

Knowing neither what I sought

Nor what was to be found

Heeding weakness, feeding strength

Our life at length is frail

I seek again the river's source

Through time's dark shadowed veil

In the fast fading century

As we spin through the years

I pray that our failing vision

Clears, our vision clears

And in the passage from the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days

We run on and on without a backwards glance

We run on and on without a backwards glance

The places dash and the faces dart

Like fishes in a dream

Hiding 'neath the murky banks

Of long forgotten streams

The lines of life are never long

When seen from end to end

'Cause the future's never coming

And the past has never been

There's a ring around the moon tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that hang

So near, so near

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."