Today we remember Jesus on the Cross, suffering for us…dying for us. I have also thought of His disciples, His family. Seeing Him being crucified. Seeing Him dying. And in that moment, when Jesus gave up His spirit and died, it must have seemed to them that it was over. He was dead. He was gone. The light had gone out of the world. Darkness reigned. Hopelessness and despair abounded. All must have seemed lost.
I think of this as I look at my little chap, so close to turning 4 yet not talking. My heart has felt heavy as I see and hear his fellow mates with down syndrome talking so beautifully. And I feel I’m at the foot of the Cross laying down my hopes for him. And in that very moment, feeling that despair, that darkness.
It’s hard when you can’t grasp the healing now. When you are waiting for your miracle. It takes faith and it takes trust, when you can’t see past the foot of the Cross. When it all seems hopeless, impossible.
But even as I have felt this pain, I have felt too this bubbling up of hope. Hope that takes us from seeming defeat to victory. For laying everything down at the foot of the Cross is not defeat and it’s not giving into hopelessness. It is surrender to the King of Kings. It’s letting God do what God does best.
Light in the darkness
That is who you are“
Let hope arise.