Because she has loved me
She will love me.
As the sunset is bursting with beauty
So the sunrise will be beauty filled.
The way this toy boat floats
So also an aircraft carrier.
The whimsy of a floating balloon
Increases as you release it.
If A = B = C
A = C
If an impossibility happens
The impossible is possible.
In the same way
Paul uses logic
To prove the illogical.
The first fruits
From a New tree.
Foretaste of what will be.
On the first day of the week
As the sun began to set
Jesus entered the house
Though no one had unlocked it yet
Knowing they’d have fear
At such an ethereal appearance
He announces “Peace be with you.”
Giving them emotional clearance
Then he showed His hands and side
Showing He had been the one
Crucified dead, and buried
God’s one and only Son
“Receive the Holy Spirit.
For as I was sent, now you.”
Extending God’s forgiveness was
Now something they would do.
Now Thomas wasn’t with them
So when they came with good news bursting
He declared he’d only believe
If he saw the scars in person.
So again Jesus would enter
The closed house where they’d gone to grieve
And Jesus invited Thomas
To touch his wounds and believe.
But blessed are those who haven’t seen
And believe, unlike Thomas
They understand the Love of God
That fulfills His Covenant promise
While others left, off on their way
Mary stayed and wept
She wondered where her Lord had gone
And who, his body kept.
She was pleasantly surprised
When gardener turned out to be
That Jesus for whom her heart was for
Looking right at her, saying “Mary!”
How often do we look at things
Without a pinch of hope?
How often is our vision blurred
By being at the end of our rope?
Mary was not looking
For a Savior that could dance
She’d assumed the body was taken
And she had lost her chance
Her chance to participate in grieving
To remember what she’d lost
To sit and ponder just how great
Everything that had happened, cost.
I wonder what would’ve happened
If for life, her hope had room
If she pumped her fist like a child who won
When she discovered the empty tomb?
If Jesus would have played a bit
Of Holy “Hide & Seek”,
Or if he would have tapped her shoulder
Then turned the other cheek
I’m not advocating
That there isn’t time to grieve
But if that’s all we’ve come to do
We need an invitation to believe
Believe that what looks like death
And causes apprehension
Can be offered to God in Jesus’ name
And used for His redemption
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