Wednesday, March 31, 2010

No music today.  All is quiet.  Death.  What is that about?  Even the mention of death seems dark and quiet.  They say that death is another part of life.  That seems like a diacadomy(listen up, Rick).  What is the silence of death?  Jesus, I have to say that is an experience that “few” if any live to talk about.  It is the unknown.  It’s something that we can’t understand or figure out, we just have to accept it.  I accept that there is something (life) after death because that is what my hope is built on, that is what Your Word says.  Your Words that we have left to base our life upon says, “To be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord”.  That is hope and that also takes faith to believe. 

It’s amazing to me that my thoughts are so much on the event that we are celebrating this week.  It’s not because I am stuffing Easter baskets or thinking about the Easter Bunny.  For whatever the reason, today my thoughts are on death, not just physical death, but death to the flesh and life to the spirit.  I was talking to someone yesterday and they mentioned that we are all going through a purging process, a “death” to self.  That death seems so hard to accomplish, it seems as though “it is too hard to bear” at times.  I can picture Christ as He took that cross upon His shoulders and walked up that road to Golgotha.  That cross was “too hard to bear”.  He was God and that should not have happened to Him.  But He took it willingly, He knew that He had to do this.  He loved mankind that much.  That was His purpose for coming to this earth.

The bright side of death is that it brought life.  Jesus, Your death has given me life.  My flesh will die here, it has to, that is the order of things….but my “life” will be forever in Your Light.  I can rejoice that Your death has finished the work that had to be done.  I can get the “paycheck” on this earth for the work that You have completed.  I can have life on this earth and have it abundantly.  My flesh is and must die, but my spirit can soar on wings of eagles.  I have to be tried as pure gold, I have to say no to the flesh and yes to the spirit.  That day many, many years ago, when the music faded…….I am

Quiet,

Mary Ann