For the last six months, I have been trying to find words, to find a way to express how deeply my heart, my faith, my very being have been wounded. The words haven’t come. At least not authentic or productive ones. But as I read the words of another today, my heart is broken open. And I realize the day I have needed is today- a day about death, darkness and loss. An opportunity to grieve- like really grieve. A day to give fully into the death of something I have cherished and held dear all in hopes of rising anew on Easter Sunday into the hope, love and peace that are offered in Christ.
So for those of you who are in the same place as I am today, I offer these words from someone who had the church turn on her in ways I cannot imagine, but ways that somehow feel sadly familiar.
Remember- Easter is about the resurrection of Christ- the power of love over death- And it is not limited to the walls of a church. May these words bring you all peace, or at least a reminder that you are not alone. You are loved- deeply and irrevocably. Here’s to the hope that we might all feel the new life offered in Easter…and may we all someday feel the joy that comes after the sorrow of a long few nights.