I just heard the song… You Came by Jonathan and Melissa Helser What a beautiful song! It has been my morning meditation and prayer today as I have imaged Jesus waiting outside the tomb of Lazarus with tears still on His face. Oh the beauty and wonder as His tears turned from sorrow to joy when He called to His friend, Lazarus, and raised him from the grave.
Dear Lord, I pray that those I know who have died are your true friends and as with Lazarus, you stand outside their graves, with tears of joy on Your face as you call for them to rise again to new life.
Oh my Lord, my Love, my All in All – let us anxiously await and yearn for the moment when we too will hear Your call and will rise from the grave to see You anxiously waiting for us with tears of joy on Your beautiful face.
Last week I watched some documentaries about the universe and I must admit I love them! I saw one that reminded me of the fact that our universe is still expanding and is now expanding at a faster rate than it did just after it’s birth. I find this so interesting, amazing, strange and difficult to understand.
As I was watching a few days ago, I was thinking a lot about bubbles! Maybe our universe is a like a bubble, a little piece of something that is where it doesn’t belong.
Imagine a bubble rushing towards the water’s surface. As it rises, it expands, and as it expands it rises faster, causing it to expand even more and then rise even faster. I am not a fluid dynamics expert, but I think this is correct at a very high level.
Now imagine that our universe is this bubble rushing through a substance where it doesn’t belong, and maybe as it is approaching a surface the surrounding pressure is decreasing which would explain why our universe is expanding faster than before. If so… what do you think will happen when our bubble finally reaches the unknown surface? Will it BURST?
If so, then I hope when our bubble bursts we will finally find ourselves where we do belong, in the singularity (the point where a function takes an infinite value) of GOD!
The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.