1.4.18

Hope rising

As the Lenten season draws to a close, the old routines of reading and reflection have done my heart good.   It's the same every year, yet every year is different.  Lent winds through my soul and etches new and deeper pathways.  Health has been a struggle for us since the new year began, and healing seemed to be the overarching theme for Lent this year.   Our health issues haven't been anything significant fortunately, but it has been enough to be a burden on us.  There have been a few-too-many of school days missed, and lots of germs spreading around our home, in addition to the second (and third) opinions, physiotherapy, nebulizers, and sometimes daily visits to the doctor.  Even I have had to see a specialist this year.  Being someone with an entirely clean bill of health, it's been an adjustment for me.  On one of the many drives home from the doctor, I remember thinking, "Why are our bodies so broken?"  The nearer I came to the death of Jesus, the closer I came to my own brokenness.  And the closer I came to that, the sweeter the celebration of Sunday is: that, in the words of Ann Voskamp, because of Christ, hope rises from dead places, impossible stones can be rolled away, all the sad things are becoming undone.    

"However, He was the one who lifted up our sicknesses, and He carried our pain, yet we ourselves assumed Him stricken, struck down by God and afflicted.  But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed." -Isaiah 53:4-5

The good news is that I don't have to be happy or healthy to be whole.  We're just jars of clay on the outside, but God is in the business of inner renewal.  He is making everything new.  He has swallowed up death forever. Where, O death, is your sting?


Happy Easter.  He is risen indeed!

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