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I wrote because He asked me to. |
What happened three days after He was crucified? The stone sealing the sepulcher was rolled aside to open it up, and Mary Magdalen encountered Jesus, not recognizing Him. Somehow His appearance was different, and Mary did not recognize Him.
I am a creature of God, and He has risen, and has revealed Himself to me day by day over 76 years. Sometimes it was through harsh pain, deep abandonment and profound silent solitude, resonating with the Spirit of a risen Lord, at a time when my soul was drier than a desert emptiness.
The desert was too vast; I could not take it in, yet I was abandoned here, waiting for His command. He was silent as no one else can be silent - after He has spoken calling you, no one tells you how silent it is when He stops speaking, and my soul was in agony to hear again, the voice Whom I loved.
I wanted to enter into the mystery of a man alive with deadly wounds pouring forth blood like Jesus; I did, but not the way I'd hoped. It was ever so hidden and mundane, almost to the point of feeling I had died. But I had and it took me a while to recognize the landscape and orient to a new life.
O how I wish that resurrection would burst forth within you, pain and desolation and all, so you might catch at least a fleeting glimpse of real glory you could remember forever.
The miracle was that was changed in subtle ways, uplifted, glorified and transfigured until I scarcely recognized myself.
I am different; my soul wants to cry out so people who cannot hear will hear me, and so people who cannot see, might glimpse sight again and realize the life that He is waiting to given them. It is nothing like what people force themselves to see; it is more subtle than merely getting what you want. It is enough to ask Him "Crucify me, Lord so I may serve you ! "But He says, you are already crucified, you need nothing more but to follow me."
Sometimes I ache so badly, that no one sees. Neither in a word I say, nor in a drop of blood, do I proclaim what He bids me say, but angels in heaven kneel before the word of God and raptured up into heaven high, all heads are bowed low before the living God. They stood in disbelief to see what was revealed, and I did not realize, or recognize the Lord at first. I still stand before Him offering my poor self and bodily me, trembling prayers on my lips. Sometimes my mouth was too dry to swallow, and sometimes the pain pressed me hard against the unyielding rock, caring nothing for my distress. Yet, under the blazing sun, He told me to enter the cave, and I waited just inside as cataclysms flew by in terrifying roars. Me, of all persons I know who deserved more to see what was shown.
Now is the time to standard in ordinary daylight listening to sparrows singing in the trees, and wondering at the Spirit flowing in the wind through me.
It all boils down to one saying: "He is risen."