God as love brings me to that Saturday - the day after the end - the darkness. Sometime last week as I was writing about the God as love - a love that comes even with each breath of life - I wondered about those times when we are not able to breathe. I thought about the tomb - not the empty one. I thought about the tomb that was full with death - Jesus' dead body - dead and gone - no breath - no life. That is quite the hopeless situation. Things are done and gone by then. This is when things begin to stinketh. But we say that God as love does not let that be the way we will go. Rather, God as love will be present through that darkness -through the brutality of death - after all the blood, sweat, and tears have drained from us. God as love will sit there - waiting even as we do not know that God waits. It the dark days of our lives, when things get cold and there is no room for feelings and there is no 'little light of mine' able to be lit, our God as love is like a blanket stretched over us so that we will begin to come back to life. Life is the promise we carry with us through all the days of our lives and into the days that appear to be nothing more than a tomb in which we are alone and with no hope. And yet, there is God as love - waiting with us. O God of love and new life, blessed are you for staying so close to us through the days that have not hope so that life may emerge. Amen. |
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