Those final few days of His life may have been like this:
the sky oppressive with storm clouds,
the shouldered burden too painful,
His soul weighed down, discouraged, disheartened.
Each step brought Him closer
to a desperate loneliness borne of betrayal and rejection.
But the end of that dark walk was just the beginning
of a journey into new covenant:
He is anointed from the broken jar,
His aching joints covered in perfume
by one who believes
and wants to help bear His burden.
Instead of rain, the clouds bear light,
flooding the pathway so we too can come together to lift the load.
Instead of loneliness, now arises a community like no other.
Instead of stillness, there is declaration of His glory to the heavens.
Instead of discouragement, He embodies hope for all hearts.
His promise fulfilled spills over our path, our feet, our heads.
We too are drenched in gratitude, flooded with grace.
He is Risen!
Grace and peace,
Anita Sorenson
Pastor for Spiritual Formation