His offering made us see what could be doneWith flesh and blood. First, we had eaten fromHis gestures—wine and bread—and what we’d beenWas gone. We knew that we belonged to him.Then, waiting with our grief beside the tomb,We were made humble, and our faces wet.We wanted his return; we wanted him,The way he made our truth immediate.But he was gone, and what would happen now?We felt the loss that he’d inherited,The loss we’d given him, that pierced him through.There, we were bound by all that wasn’t said.And, finally, realizing what was known,We closed our eyes, and saw him rise through stone.
Barbara Brown Taylor on light without sight, Lee Hull Moses on ministry with children of all abilities, Debbie Blue on Lent in Minnesota.
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