A grief like this
makes
the world feel
Empty
Meaningless
Hostile.
Jesus literally wept.
Even though resurrection was coming.
Because
Hope doesn’t always assuage grief.
The cold doesn’t always go away,
Even when friends are packed in next to the tomb.
Even though resurrection was coming,
Jesus’s tears dropped into cold pools of grief.
And in the moment,
Even he knew,
Grief comes before hope.
And a hope rushed is not hope,
But a way people refuse to be baptized in tears of God.
God.
God.
God.
Oh my God.
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