On The Way: Day Forty-Six

WayFarer on the Way – can I turn to you on this Sunday morning coming and ask:

What if the chamber of His heart in that clammy tomb hadn’t begun to quiver and spark and rise in the silent dark?

What if his heart hadn’t pounded against His chest like He was pounding at the door of our own tomb, because letting Him in, is our only way out?

What if His scar-mangled hands hadn’t taken the slow careful moments to fold His grave clothes, like He was tenderly dressing our wounds, wrapping our rawest places so new rising hope can always unfold in us?

What if His eyes hadn’t flickered open in the pitch dark, the only glimmer of real light in the entire galaxy, like stars to guide us home instead of being trapped in a strangling black?

What if there was no place to go with all this ache in being human? What if Jesus hadn’t taken us?

((Special thanks to David Nevue for the beautiful piano melodies to our journey.))