The angels words are for us all: Be not afraid.
To have the whole cosmos shift around us... yeah. To grasp new life... yeah. Pesky gardener.
I remember when Joel and I decided to walk through a 'new life' gate-- not just marriage, which was scary enough... but sobriety. Him needing it absolutely --me, in his honor at first, and then the revelation of me needing it absolutely. And it's not like we just walked in to it and everything was hunky dory. Nope. We had to participate in that transformation. And at times, it has been and continues to be freakin' hard work.
Actually, I think what happened is that we began to reject the paths that led to the gates of Hell... the gates that flashed in tempting neon colors "SUCCESS" and "POWER" and "IN CHARGE" --"GET YOURS HERE"...
--and every step we managed to take away from the seducing flashing lights, turn-around steps that led in to the desert, and down old less-traveled country roads --was an Easter step.
Eater happens. Can't stop it... and even if we had traveled through those neon gates, what one can't easily see is that the gates are rusted open, hinges broken... and the turf on the inside of hell no longer burns, but is full of rare gems like flowers... because the one who holds all things in beings went there too, and left signs and helping hands for a way out. Or through... and out the other side.
Not a circle of life. Not a cycle of life. Not a spiral... New life.
Because death and deadly things still exist. They are. But they don't rule.
Love. Mercy. Grace. A few of the faces of the Trinity. They rule. And have the last word.
At prayer this morning (from Lamentations 3:58 or so)
I called on your name, O LORD,
from the depths of the pit;
you heard my plea, “Do not close your ear
to my cry for help, but give me relief!”
You came near when I called on you;
you said, “Do not fear!”
You have taken up my cause, O Lord,
you have redeemed my life.
Off I go.
Blessed Pascha to one and all!
Justin --git yo mess home.