These are my current musings as I journey Easter-ward.
May it bless you, may you find yourself accompanied on the way toward the narrative of difficulty, death, vigil and resurrection. May you have courage at every part of the journey to wait, to see, to understand and to continue on.
Bless you – wherever you are along the way.
This is a week to kneel in Gethsemane’s garden
to feel the gravel push hard into thin knee flesh
It is a week for letting go
for sweating blood and crying tears
It is a week to show grace to friends who could not stay awake for us
A week for others to misunderstand the gravity of what we face
A week to acknowledge
the heart wants to run
the flesh is weak
the journey may be intensely lonely, despite the thronging crowds
It is a day to kneel as light turns to night
to feel the touch of cold hard wind on skin
to long to stay eternally in this moment because the way ahead is dark and dreadful
It is a night to remember the One who knelt for me
that I may remember I shall never kneel alone
there is no pit so deep his love is not deeper still*
no chasm so wide he will not cross to make a way for me to come
This is Gethsemane’s week
*Corrie Ten Boom coined this phrase