(Thread) A series of events prompting me to unpack today. I’m mourning & celebrating. Just over a year ago, Jingles returned after a month’s adventure in the woods. On that same day

2/we’d been forced to make the decision to place my mom in inpatient hospice as her cancer pain had increased beyond our capacity to keep under control.

3/The memory of the ride in the ambulance as each bump in the road caused wincing cries, some of the last sounds I’d heard mom utter, remains as clear as if it happened yesterday.

4/I’m mourning the delay of singing a cantata half finished. I’m mourning the delay in sharing a testimony scheduled for the week immediately preceding Holy Week. At the same

5/time though I’m wrapped in the thanksgiving for the resurrection and the adjoining hope. While friends, families, coworkers & strangers grapple with fiscal &

6/and physical uncertainties, promises that our sequester is keeping us well & unemployment and stimulus funds will be relinquished to us, we’re fearful. Is that cough a sign? Is our balance

7/true—and will it be enough? Uncertainty upon uncertainty can easily overwhelm.

Yesterday someone questioned me whether God is real. I claimed with the innocence of a child that He is.

8/In my fatigue however, I refrained from sharing vehemently enough to quiet his nihilism

I’m proclaiming today, this beautiful, soliquious Easter morning that I know God is real.

9/I know because I’ve encountered Christ’s blood on the cross. I’ve felt the nails in hands and feet and smelled His injured flesh. I know because He invited me

10/to journey with him from the cross of fear and doubt to the tomb of nowhereness. I know because I’ve witnessed His resurrection. I understand the weight of my sin as few can grasp. My sin. I’ve relinquished it

11/to the resurrection.

The power of that sweet sacrifice is manifested only upon our acceptance of that dear gift. #HappyEaster2020