On a very different note, tonight gave me such a reminder of why the resurrection is so important. The family of one of my previous 5th graders, Anthony, is in the news down here. Someone poured gasoline all over his mom, lit her on fire, and then locked her up. She's in the hospital now, and not expected to make it. I wonder, who does he go home to at night? Who is there to take care of him???
Sometimes the story of Christ feels so removed; sometimes it's unavoidable. In these days I - I don't know. I am appalled by what happened, it makes me sick to my stomach. And in these days I just fall on my face thanking God for who he is. Thanking him for how he made it possible to find hope in this shattered world; thanking him that when he promises to give us life, it's not a cliche but a reality, something I can feel deep inside me. On this day, I am so grateful for the cross, so grateful for the torn curtain, so grateful for the empty tomb, so grateful that he is there when Anthony goes home at night.
A visit home to Washburn Wisconsin
6 days ago