I woke up at 5:44 am this morning with these words running through my head:
“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark…”
They are the intro to the resurrection story.
It all starts in the dark. Always, everytime – this is how God does things.
Seeds, chrysalis, the womb, the heat of the earth, the source of the font. The pre-cellular enzymes swimming in the depths of the ocean for billions of years.
All life, all new life, all transformed life begins, “While it is still dark.”
We do not serve the God of winning – we serve the God of transforming. This is a big ,big difference. And this God was not afraid of the dark, of falling, of failure of expectations, of silence – in fact, it was part and parcel of it, of the transformation. It always is.
This God IS NOT afraid of what the dark holds – for it actually is the start of all transformed life.
I think of those women who walked in the dark, three days after a violent, bloody, terrifying day. They walked in unknowing, they walked not understanding, they walked forward only doing what they knew to do next. They walked with their hearts broken. They walked not even knowing if their physical safety would be guaranteed in this powder-keg city that cheered at the pain of this One. This one who took their lives seriously and held their selves with love and kindness.
They walked in the dark.
And they were met. By something they could not have even imagined. By someone who knew their names.
This is a Sunday I can get behind – this is such a good story.