The Best Day

Heavenly Hosts eagerly get in position.

The morning sun rays begin the secret!

Warmth fills mother earth–

the darkness

and the tears disappear.

The crisp morning air adds to the anticipation

twisting

and skipping, 

its soft breezes whispering,

“It is here! It is here!”

Birds cannot hold back, singing sweet songs of praise.

The earth unveils

her glorious colors in delight.

There–

two angels chosen

are

placed in the tomb;

thrilled yet calm

patient

desirous

to spread the news.

Hush!

Someone comes

Millions and millions of angels pause…

All creatures and living things hold their breath…

The Thrill

The Excitement

The Profound Joy

awaiting…

Hush!

A woman comes–

this time alone.

She is

silent

and

sad.

The LORD stands in the garden–

He speaks

towards her turned back.

“Woman, why weepest thou?

Whom seekest thou?”

All Heaven and earth hang

on her reply of recognition…..

Yet she does not know this voice…

Then

a

simple

familiar

tone

soothes her

aching heart

and opens the veil

of grief and doom.

“Mary”

She knows this voice!

She turns in haste.

Standing in front of her

 IS JESUS CHRIST!

HE HAS RISEN!

joy  surprise   relief   humility

RUN and TELL

Hallelujah!

Every

small

and large

creation

in

heaven

and

on earth

REJOICES

Hallelujah!

HE LIVES!

the forgotten day

…green plastic Easter grass, Cadbury chocolate filled eggs, jelly beans, “Dang it” they’re out of yellow peeps, okay I’ll run to Wallmart after I stop at Homegoods to get a clean table cloth, but maybe I should stop at the grocery story on the way so I don’t have to back track, Oh I am so glad I remembered to put the laundry in before I left, Hello?  Okay, I’ll pick up your white shirt at the cleaners but then you will need to pick up from the sleepover and get everyone to the March Madness Tournament, I need to make another stop at Wallmart, can  you believe Target is out of yellow peeps? But the pink bunnys are not tradition! okay I will see you at the gym, bye, What! you jerk who nicked my car door. people are so disrespectful, oh my gosh, I forgot the Easter egg dye, don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget to get eggs when you go to the grocery store, okay I think its stuck in my mind  but when will we have time to dye them? perhaps before the movie. maybe  get Costco dinner, that’s fast, then I’ll fold the laundry, while everyone is doing eggs, oh no, what about the gym? (sigh) okay, I will park far out at my stops power walk in and carry all the bags instead of using a cart, that will have to suffice, Hello? what, who threw up in the car?…

 

this is the forgotten day…

tightly closed in

houses.

Raging storms

darkened skies.

Forced silence

even the very earth seems to have stopped rotating

Jesus Christ is dead!

The LIGHT has left.

 

Grief

begs for               pause…

 

                                                                   solitude

anger !

                               tears

quiet

rest

 

What just happened      ?

?

        Life

must go on

but

 

not yet…

                                                               not yet…

TEARS

( Crucifixion–Between 9 and Noon

Deatharound 3 p.m.

Burial–before Sundown)

SLAPPING

POKING

SPITTING

helpless

shocked

embraces withheld

LAUGHING

MOCKING

STRIPPING

stunned

horror

sobs

POUNDING

 NAILS

ECHO–

faces covered

trembling

wailing

FLESH

GROANS

BLOODY–

ANOTHER

THEN ANOTHER…

screaming!

THRUSTING

OF

THE

PLANK,

PIERCING

MOTHER EARTH’S

BODY–

TOO.

Then time stops for a moment!

It is silent–

A powerful

exchange

between two

loving

forces,

shared.

His

eyes lock to hers.

‘I am here’ she says…

He loves her more than all–

At this moment

He is once again

her own,

as

the excruciating pain

searing

through

His body

expands

across space

piercing her

very soul.

Yet,

he knows

of

her love.

He pleads

through

His tears

to her–

‘Let ME go’

His heart whispers

through

His eyes,

‘I am always yours’

and

then

He

asks

John

to

help her

make

the release.

She breaks

the bonds but

 gathers

ALL

the tears

and blood

and

places them

in her

heart.

The very heavens open

and grieve–

the very earth

rumbles

 fierce anger!

But

standing

in

the

heavens

are

two beings

in a long embrace–

as a Father of all

holds tightly

to

His Only Begotten Son!

Rejoicing!

IT IS FINISHED!

…while

on earth,

Mary’s mind envisions

…a

clean

white cloth

dipped

in water and herbs–

a quiet lullaby

 sung,

the very one

so long ago

in a tiny stable.

She gently rubs

and cleans

 hatred

and her

own

blood

out

from

the wounds.

She kisses his hands,

his feet,

his head,

his face,

as she did

all those

years ago…

her tears

purify.

He

is

ready

to

be

set

to rest.

Only when I held

my own baby

did I

understand

that

every

tear shed

every drop of blood spilt

was felt

and stored

in the heart

by

God, the Father of us all

and Mary, the

mortal mother

of Jesus Christ.

They

watched their child

suffer

for ME…

(Note: Jesus had been hastily wrapped by Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus on that Friday before Sundown and Mary, his mother never got to touch him, but we know that they were watched by the women who loved him. This is why, on  Sunday morning the women were the first to the tomb. They wanted to prepare the body properly and tenderly and had prepared herbs and spices for that sacred moment. The additional account of Mary wiping Jesus off after death was added for effect, to express a mother’s deep love and devotion to her child. Jesus Christ saw God, the Father, only after everything was finished; Christ went to the spirit world where all people go after death. Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage)

this night while everyone slept…

Have you felt

alone

anger

pain

loss

desperate

defeated

deserving

nauseated

manipulated

humiliated

clumsy

stupid

judged

embarrassed

abandoned

betrayed

starved

denied

rejected

sad

sick

broken

cut

taken from

not good enough

doubtful

uneasy

stuck

deceived

destroyed

beaten

banished

burned

bitter

repentant

alone

sorrowful

 doom

despair

encumbered

tired

hurt

afflicted

undeserved

untrusted

uncomforted

terror

shock

hopeless

misunderstood

put down

not heard

diseased

darkness

misery

fallen

failure

stripped

unappreciated

disappointed

sorrow

mad

frustration

scornful

shunned

unloved

forgotten

 harm

lost

imprisoned

 empty

weary

oppressed

dirty

bad

unworthy

frightened

wounded

silent

like crying…

“Yes”

 

Jesus felt

everything…

 

mid-

night,

next to

knotted roots

of

gnarled

olive trees

while

an angel

held Him,

and

cried too.

I am NEVER alone!

A mockery…

The morning sun rises

then sets.

Time moves…

the hour gets closer.

People continue

with their

regular day–

herding goats,

preparing food,

scolding children,

beating laundry,

gathering water…

Inside the

city walls

crowds are

bustling…

Yet

someplace

there is

a person,

sitting quiet.

An old man perhaps?

A servant,

questioning in silence,

as they do

this

strange job?

They cautiously

carefully

weave

over

and under

and over

and under

the thorny vines,

as they

bleed.

This crude crown

will scoff

the one who

wears it…

What

are they thinking

while doing

this task?

 

It is finished.

 

Where is it placed

to wait

for that

cruel mockery…

I made one.

I

bled.

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How strange it looks

sitting on

things

important…?

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As the hour

gets closer

I wish

there

was some

other way…

The sacred name called friend

A soft tap on the door.

A thrill to open

and see

a

dusty

worn

Jesus

looking back at you,

with a weary smile.

He enters as if he belongs.

He does belong.

Where does he sit?

Is a basin of water

prepared to

wipe and rest his tired feet?

I will help.

 

“Come unto me”

he speaks to

to all who will come.

But does the son of God need

simple friends?

Mary

Martha

Lazarus.

Their humble home

in Bethany

Jesus chose them to rest with.

What did you do?

What did you say?

I want to be chosen as Jesus’ friend.

I want my home to be that place he could come, rest.

 

A friend is a precious calling.

Jesus is in need of a friend.

safe

trust

care

support

loyal

You are so blessed

to have been specially

chosen with

that sacred name…

friend of

Jesus.

What did you do to calm

 his troubled

heart?

What did you say for comfort?

 

As Jesus, enters

so warmly welcomed, perhaps

did his heart feel broken

knowing

close by, on this very day

one he chose to call friend

begins his plot for betrayal.

 

I want to be called his loyal friend…

What do I hold sacred?

This day,

what would I have

taken home in my heart?

 Watching

in the outer courts

of the temple;

 tables upturned,

chairs tossed aside,

and currency scattered.

 Jesus

acting out

in righteous anger…

But it lasts only a moment

and then calm.

Directly after

weary souls,

who’s legs do not work,

and eyes that can not see

are carried

or lead

up

those same

steps

slowly,

carefully,

to that sacred place

in the outer courts

of the temple and

placed

into the arms

of Jesus.

He blesses them

and

over

and

over

and

over

the miracles

begin to

take place.

They

walk

and

they

see.

The children

who witness

are overcome

with

pure

unconstrained

emotion

and in their

innocent testimonies,

cry out 

all together:

 “Hosanna to the Son of David!”

Jesus replies:

“Out of the mouth of

babes

and sucklings (infants)

 thou hast perfected praise…”

If I were there,

I would have

hoped for a miracle.

I would have

praised

Him

too.

What is Jesus thinking

as he leaves Jerusalem,

this second day,

on his quiet walk

back

to Bethany as

the sun begins

to slip

down

low into the sky.

 What

do

I

hold

sacred?

(Matt. 21:12-16)