Saturday, April 3, 2010

Inbetween

Our Saturday is different.
Ours sits
between a Friday called "Good"
and
a Sunday called "Resurrection".

but they had lost
everything.

their teacher
their friend

their hopes for Israel
their hopes for their souls

hopes bound up in Jesus.

now
betrayed
bound
beaten

and

crucified.

their (can't be) Messiah

DEAD .

hope crucified.



and yet

underneath all rational thought
a small soul-seed of hope
undetected
but stirring and sprouting,

pushes through
layers of despair
defying even the laws of nature.

in their hearts,
the faintest longing
hope.


But we,
we know the whole story.

we think we know the whole story.

Sunday comes,
He rises.
we rejoice.

yet, underneath seasonal rejoicing
there is something else we know

there are places in our lives
our families' lives
our friends' lives
where Sunday has not come
where Sunday just is not coming
where Sunday will never come
how can it?
the darkness is too great
the despair too heavy
this Saturday (and every Saturday) as we wait...

maybe in us too...

underneath all rational thought
a small soul-seed of hope
undetected
but stirring and sprouting,

pushes through
layers of despair
defying even the laws of nature.

in our (!) hearts,
the faintest longing

hope



contributed by Aimee


1 comment:

  1. I've appreciated reading a few of your entries during this Lenten season. Thanks to all of you at Artisan.

    Andrew D. (Abbotsford)

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