Timelytidbits’s Weblog

Its now the day after. The day after a horriable, horriable event.  Jesus, who was thought to be the Messiah is dead, cruxified on a cross. He’s gone and everyone wanders about wondering what to do; what to feel? Have you ever experienced the aftermath of a major storm event. I’m not talking about rain all night. I am talking about a hurricane, tornado… how about September 11th; where there has been incrediable devistation and loss of life. The morning after everyone slowly appears not sure whether to trust the quiet, looking at the loss. There is this erie sense that distruction leaves. Its almost as if you could taste it in the air or feel it. But its not the erie sense in the air that bothers everyone the most. Its the devistation and destruction of our inner peace that is most disturbing because we fear that what we sense is right — Nothing will ever be the same again.
One of my greatest joys about being Catholic is that during these holy days — Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday — nothing is left out. We re-enter into the fullness of what those early followers experienced so that when the resurrection comes (and it will come) we know it to our core. Our rituals and prayers are ripe with deep, significant meaning. No gesture or action is empty if you take the time to understand. I honestly feel sorry for the rest of the world that rushes to Easter. Oh, there are some who paused yesterday taking a moment of silence as they remembered the death of Christ, but today they are out getting their Easter dresses and baskets oblivious to the miracle that is about to occur.
See, I get it. I have had more then a few crisis in my life (most, if not all, I had a great part in creating) and there was this moment after breaking down in tears; sobbing my sorrow; beating my chest; promising my promises to change and get better and being sincere in it all… that I wondered, is change possible. I am fallen and I knew that. So, in those moments of quiet afterwards; while still amazed at all that had happen, in the quiet of my own heart I feared that I would be able to make it.
We have the benifit of hindsight, we know that Christ will rise, did rise and will rise again. But in my heart this is the day I pray for all in the world who struggle to know Jesus, struggle to know God, struggle to know faith, struggle to know health in their lives who still harbor doubt whether, what they want to believe is true. Will Jesus rise in their hearts and lives?  Can God create another miracle and bring new life into their lives after such a mess they have made.  Believe it. Its true. Can you imagine if after the cruxifixion no-one went back to the tomb? We create our own destiny by the path we choose to believe. Believe. Come home. Know that Jesus died for you, personally. Because whether you believe it or not Christ knew it thousands of years ago and lives it out in this moment… You are worth it. You are worth all the pain and suffering and yes, even death he endured. Because, you see, He loves you. He loves me. Now that is Easter. I remain, Your Servant in Christ,
Theresa