John 20: 19 Then, the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled,[c] for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in the midst, and said to them, “Peace be with you.” 20 When He had said this, He showed them His hands and His side. Then the disciples were glad when they saw the Lord.
21 So Jesus said to them again, “Peace to you! As the Father has sent Me, I also send you.” 22 And when He had said this, He breathed on them, and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. 23 If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”
This Resurrection Morning brings freshness to my soul. Due to some incredible betrayals and organizational insensitivities last year found me looking for new answers. I did not find any new answers. The old ones are just great. Life is fresh. Life is full. Friendships are plenteous. Family is solid. My Good Friend, Jesus, continues walking with me along this narrowed and interesting path.
When Jesus’ closest allies thought they had been left alone, he met them fresh and alive with peace, forgiveness, appointment, empowerment, and a gift of His own Spirit to sustain. That is resurrection.
So I wrote my prayer in poetry and reflection. Find hope in here. Find a new day. Find a resurrection.
Death came for me.
Morte had me in his sights.
Death narrowed his focus to take my life.
My livelihood was damaged.
My soul was ripped in many pieces.
Few came beside me.
The stench of death is potent.
There were friends and fiends.
Those for whom I had labored turned on me.
They had been made rich and prosperous.
Yet, their greed was too large for their souls.
Blackened in greed and jealousy, they turned fangs to my throat.
I escaped to the caves.
I fled to the crag of the rock.
The Creator met me there.
For months we talked and cried.
He molded a new man.
He made something different something new.
Strong steel has been woven into my forehead.
Titanium plates are fastened all about.
Today is Resurrection Day.
The pain is Passed Over.
Death has lost and met only blood on my doorpost.
Today I walk out of the cave.
Today I walk into the streets with the riches of my enemies.
That which they meant to destroy has become my strong armor.
Their weapons have not met with success.
My Friend has come for me and taken my punishment.
He took the pain.
He took the shame.
He took it all.
That’s what Friend can do.
Mi Buen Amigo. My Good Friend.
He has surrounded me with angels.
He has surrounded me with hosts of friends.
He has surrounded me with those that support me.
That is what Friend does.
He Passes Over.
He brings life.
He brings peace.
He brings a resurrected morning.