On this Good Friday, I am being still. (I am) painting in order to express something without words, and letting myself let go from all the dizzying thoughts on theology and scripture. Sunday comes Easter, and here I meditate on the death of my God. If my God broke His own body and let Himself die, so to produce within Him a greater Life for all, how now then should I live?
Lately, I've been so consumed with being joined together in the likeness of His death (Romans 6:5). Things have been swirling around me this past week or so. Things that involve figuring out what comes next after I graduate in exactly two weeks, rearranging my thoughts on certain scriptures, and having to soon say a goodbye to some people as I leave this place in my my life. All these things are building up, and I just want the fears and anxieties that come along with them to die. Please die, die with Christ, so I can be raised in His Resurrection.
I am realizing I cannot stop the storms of life, but I can bring my Jesus into the picture. By doing so, He offers a stillness as I am knowing He is God. When I try to pay attention to what the Lord is doing in my life, and my understanding falls so short, I feel frustrated and sometimes so annoyed. To that, my Jesus speaks to me. haha He speaks to me!
C.S. Lewis described in Weight of Glory, in regards to academia, that it is not 'our knowing' that should become our focus, but 'what is being known'. I think this can be applied to my life presently. In my own attempts at figuring out the work He is doing in me, I am coming to terms that what is being known is more important. Oh joy! He is making Himself known in me!
Good Friday, you became Saturday...and Sunday is coming!
That's right. Death has no dominion, and this swirl of worry and fear, it holds no power over me. I want to live in the way of Death and Resurrection, being made fully alive in Him.
Jesus, I celebrate You in me.
