I visited Hal's accident site on my way home from Utah yesterday. I sat on a rock and drank a beer and told him all about my small group's friendship with the Syrian family and how much we miss him. I wanted to leave something, so I built a rock cairn to indicate that this spot was sacred. I left a note with the Easter account from Matthew:
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
#hope #resurrection #lovewins #emptytomb
As I was about to leave, I thought to myself that I hadn't felt any type of energy in that spot, and that was strange. I tend to be sensitive to that type of thing; when I visit places where tragedies have happened, I can feel it. Sometimes I won't know the history of a place, but I can still feel some type of energy there, both good and bad. Standing in this spot where something so unbearably sad had happened, I felt nothing. And then the words I had written were clearly spoken in my head: "He is not here." And I felt overwhelmingly thankful for the Easter message. Because He lives, death has no power over us. Because He lives, our physical deaths are not the end. Because He lives, we can experience hope in the midst of our grief. #hallelujah
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