I’m noticing how often the disciples are ‘getting to know Jesus in an new way’
and it is often in liminal space.
At dawn,
the woman come to the tomb.
(Perhaps Mary Magdalene never left but that’s another story.)
They depart with a new song in their heart.
At dusk,
a bracket, opened in the Upper Room,
closes at supper
when the Emmaus companions recognize Jesus in a breaking of bread.
At dusk,
Jesus wafts like a fresh breeze through a locked door
bringing Pentecostal breath to the huddled group.
And they are carried out
to carry on.
At dawn,
another bracket is closed.
Around a charcoal fire after a night of fishing resurrection comes to Peter,
restorying him from the experience of the other charcoal fire he sat around
denying Jesus three times.
Dawn and dusk.
In between times.
The beginning of resurrection looks a lot like death, confusion, fear and discouragement.
… Think about this…
And then dawn breaks open into day
or dusk folds into a gentle night
and we know.
We know resurrection.
I love the notion of lying on my back outdoors at night hanging on for dear life looking ‘down’ at the stars. As I kid at home on the farm I used to love wandering the fields lying down in the grass looking up at the big cumulous clouds.
Accepting changes in perspective and moving out into the world with new found conviction. Beautiful Janice.
Your mother likes this. As I watch the night sky from my office window, the dawn from our bedroom window and all times between, I feel how lucky I am to see the changes in the universe each 24 hours here at beautiful Lake Ainslie, still covered with ice!
Beautifully profound and inviting depth in metaphor and every day living.
I appreciate this insight which invites me to enter this space daily and dwell there in hope.
Thank you for the gift of different perspectives on stories I think I know so well. I appreciate being shaken out of what I think I think and believe.