This is my first attempt at blogging after an almost four-year hiatus. I have titled my blog “33 A.D.” for a reason. Not just a cute religious play, not simply because Cadbury Eggs line the shelves indicating the nearness of Easter. No, my reason goes much deeper.
You see, less than a month ago, I turned 33. And two months ago, my life turned into something I never expected. Hopes were crushed, dreams were shattered, hearts were broken, and the wreckage has now become too deep to escape.
So, here I am, age 33, in need of resurrection. In need of life. Needing to feel my heart beat yet again. I’m in good company. There was another, one who loved so deeply, yet in the end, was left alone. In his love he emptied himself out. In his love, he faced death. His life seemed to end at age 33 as well. But three days later……
Is it Friday night for me? Am I only minutes removed from my death, body still warm? Is it Saturday morning? Numbness and stagnation have set in? Or, is it Saturday night? Am I on the verge of being transformed? Do I only have one more night of the lonely tomb to endure before I will once again rise, before the blood begins to pump, before the bloody wounds are mere scars, before my feet feel the ground and my hands feel the blowing wind?
I don’t know….it is 33 A.D. Resurrection is coming, I am sure of that. This is my journey through the dark damp tomb. This is my journey to return to the light, to enter into the garden, to walk towards the Emmaus Way, back to my community, back to my purpose, back to my God.
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