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The Grave is not the End

As we celebrated Easter, I pondered what it meant to be with Jesus on the day He died. Jesus and His disciples gathered together that night in order to take the Passover meal, in accordance with scripture. This was a time set aside to remember the day God passed over Israel. God, desiring to rescue His people, was bringing judgement to Egypt through the death of all firstborn. Death was literally coming, but the blood of the sacrificial lamb above their door was the sign that His people believed that God would save them. Those with this mark would be passed over from death. The next morning His people were alive, but the first born of the people of Egypt were not. God redeemed His people. Each part of the seder meal was meant to reflect this time. As Jesus passed the wine to His disciples, they would have remembered that they are sacred to God. When they washed their hands they proclaimed that they were clean. As they tasted the bitterness of the vegetables in salt, they are reminded o...

Redeeming in the Seasons

"How are you doing?" The question everyone asks, but one that is hardest for me to answer because it can mean so many things. You could be asking how am I doing physically, such as are you getting enough sleep? Are you taking care of yourself? Do you get out? What about emotionally? Are you depressed? Do you have someone to talk to? Do you need to vent? It could be asking about where I am in my journey of mourning. How are you healing? Do you still miss her? Or it even could just be a generic platitude, just say fine and move on. If you are in a coffee shop in New York and the guy's name is Joey? It could mean an entirely different thing all together. But I guess that is the nature of the question, it can mean any, all, or even none of these things. That is probably why I ask the same question to people and also why I usually give a vague answer, such as "Doing OK". Don't get me started on how to interpret this response! Over the last few months I have been ...

Redemption in Mourning

The night my beloved wife passed was difficult, but also beautiful. Over the previous week I could see her slowly slipping away, like a deep fog was covering the world and her face was slowly disappearing into the cloud. No matter how much I reached for her, she would continue to fade out of view. As the week went by, she was sleeping more and more, unable to even sit up with help. By Thursday night, she had not fully waken the entire day and her eyes could no longer open completely. I would sit by her side and look at her feeling helpless. It has already been a few days since I talked to her. Did the final moment to say goodbye already pass? When it was time to sleep I noticed her breathing was short. I went to grab some linen from upstairs so I can sleep by her side on the couch in our sunroom. By the time I came back downstairs, she was gone. In that moment, it felt like a dream. Was she really gone? I sat by her side waiting for her to start breathing again, checking her pulse over...

Redemption in death

Back in Tennessee, just after I became a Christian, I attended a funeral that seemed off to me. I don't remember who the person was or why I was there, which is weird, but I do remember that this person did claim to be a Christian. As the service started and people began to speak about him, I noticed that most of the people around him were not. When his friends came to to speak they would say things like "I guess he had some kind of belief in God, which we disagreed on, but he was a good guy." The leader of the church would give the generic verses in most TV and movie funerals, then that was it. I left feeling empty. A little more recently, yet so far away, I went to a funeral of an older man from our local church. They were singing for joy and talking about how he was with Jesus now and his suffering was all over. It was a celebration! We sang and worshiped just like it was a church service. I enjoyed that funeral more, but still left a little empty. I mean, there was ve...

The Hopeful Branch

There was a trail that I frequented as a kid that was in a forest near our house. I loved riding my bike through the tree-soaked paths without a care in the world, building forts and climbing trees. It was like I was away from all of mankind, in my hiding place, my sanctuary. Maybe there is something inherited about a love of the woods. I imagine Adam experienced the same things as he looked at the beauty of God’s creation. Did he look up through the trees at night under the moonlight and watch the bats fly around catching bugs like I did? Did he look at the twisted branches and ponder the paths of life? He was like a newborn, was he not? In a lot of ways, trees remind me of how life should be lived. We are like branches, reaching to the heavens trying to grasp the substance of the sun, fully dependant on outside forces for our sustenance. Just as the branches move with the wind, our lives flow in the sway of life through the Spirit, which is where the make comes from. Season afte...

A Little Perspective

That very day two of them were going to a village named Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and they were talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing together, Jesus himself drew near and went with them. But their eyes were kept from recognizing him. And he said to them, “What is this conversation that you are holding with each other as you walk?” And they stood still, looking sad. Then one of them, named Cleopas, answered him, “Are you the only visitor to Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?” And he said to them, “What things?” And they said to him, “Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, a man who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, and how our chief priests and rulers delivered him up to be condemned to death, and crucified him. But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel. Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things ...