In their darkest hour
men in white proclaimed the truth
Spirit breathed, received
-o.o-
A friend asked this morning for our prayers. I don’t know the circumstances, but I’ll be keeping her close to my heart for as long as she is in need, and I hope that anyone else stopping by might do the same, if you would.
This might be relevant, though:
In her coldest, darkest hour, a woman sat weeping by an empty space. A tomb, and also perhaps her very heart, where she believed the Truth, having been slain, was now hidden safely away. In anguish, she believed that even this, the corpus, had been taken from her. In the worst time of her life, she was empty, having nothing at all.
13 Then they said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?”
She said to them, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.”
14 Now when she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, and did not know that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?”
She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”
16 Jesus said to her, “Mary!”
She turned and said to Him, “Rabboni!” (which is to say, Teacher).
Well, you folks probably know the rest.
I hope you all have a blessed Easter.
-o.o-
