The Easter people

The minutes were all-consuming and they turned into days and days to weeks and so forth.  And in the end I was spent.  And so the last few months flew by with many days too heavy to hold.

There were electronic meltdowns, personal meltdowns, sad goodbyes and adapting to a new pace and narrow road.  There were beautiful moments saturated with love and there were hard-to-swallow moments that tasted of despair.

But where shall wisdom be found?
And where is the place of understanding?
Man does not know its worth
and its not found in the land of the living...

God understands the way to it,
and He knows its place.

And we cannot surrender to the whisper to lay down with apathy.  We have One who knows the way through. The way out.  His place of suffering is our place of freedom and peace.  Who doesn't long for a place of peace?  Is it a moments work, usually not... and I for one am tired of glib, thin slogans of supposed faith. But this I know.  Quick is not necessary, but true is.  Peace is a true person... come to Me all you who are bone-weary and bent by heavy loads, and I will give you rest.  And this is the only hope that our marred humanity has.

This Lenten time of year brings sharp clarity.  Resurrection brings hope. And new life.  As Pope John Paul said, we do not abandon ourselves to despair but we abandon ourselves to the One who holds us and walks us into the light and whose mercies are new every morning.

"Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song."        Pope John Paul II

Hallelujah and Amen.