Easter is alway a time of reflection, both remembering what He did for me so long ago… and what He continues to do for me today. I stay up late the night before, filling five (many more than that in the past) baskets, and then carefully placing them at the heads of soundly sleeping Sparrows. Their rooms are a mess so imagine me blindly tip-toeing around an obstacle course in the dark. The morning brings with it such sweet discoveries for my precious children. Joy.
Then came the news I had been waiting on for nine days. News that meant severe sadness for a very close, family friend. Hayley has been in Idaho for a week and a half, waiting on word about her dad. He was involved in a mining accident at the Lucky Friday Mine…the irony of that not lost on me, the collapse took place on a Friday. She received the news yesterday, Easter, that her father was believed deceased. Later that day, they recovered the body of Larry Marek. Pain.
Into the evening, we watched Passion of the Christ with our older children. Talk about tears (the first time I saw this movie, my eyes were swollen for two days), yet still there is such power in The Sacrifice. So many times throughout the film I want to scream “Stop! Don’t do it!” But then there’s this realization that without that darkest part of our history, today would lose it’s hope…
There would be no squeals of delight – the audible ones from my kids, stumbling upon their sweet-treats…and the inaudible content I feel knowing what His offering means for my kid’s eternities. Then, even in the deepest trench that sadness could dig, there still remains the hope that Larry is not gone…he is just somewhere else. The potential for a better place than this, waiting for each of us after this very temporary (some more than others) life has ended.
That is the place where joy and pain co-exist for me. Does anyone else know what I mean?