Exalting in that last choking cry-
What cruelty in the claws of Death
As they squeezed tighter the neck of God!
They offered despair while stealing breath,
And watched the only Life-Giver die.
There are levels of sorrow and despair. Have you felt them? Do you feel them now?
The frustration of a weak cup of coffee
becomes
The depression of unemployment
turns into
The ragged, gaping hole where you heart used to be because ______________.
Good Friday is coming, and I wish I had been there when someone decided to call it good, because it wasn’t.
Or rather, it isn’t.
Right now your life may be day upon day of Good Fridays. Those claws of Death come, and hope hangs suspended and lifeless on the gallows of your circumstances and bad choices. I’ve been there too.
Will you wait there with me my friend? Will you wait with me- just a little while longer -at the foot of the cross? I promise it’s not the end of our story.
