Living Between the Cross and the Resurrection

Cross at Taos Pueblo

Sometimes when I'm confused - especially about something tragic I hear about on the news, or in a friend's life - I remind myself that I am suffering from a lack of information. 

It could be a horrible child abuse case - an unexplainable natural disaster - the inexplicable murder of an innocent person - a life threatening disease that targets a young mother - a marriage in shambles. 

It all hurts and none of it makes sense. 

I think about the followers of Jesus mourning their loss, confused, dejected and in hiding. Afraid for their very lives, thinking of all they had given up to follow Him, wondering how they could have been so wrong.  

It all hurt and none of it made sense.  

It was that time between the Cross and the Resurrection. 

Their information was not complete. Even though Jesus had told them in advance what to expect, and what was going to happen. Even though they had spent so much time with him. 

Some argue that it was their preconceived notions about the "Warrior Savior" that clouded their understanding of the "Suffering Savior." 

But whatever it was that led to their lack of understanding, they were suffering. All of them. 

It all hurt and none of it made sense. 

Until that Resurrection Day. Until they saw HIM. Until they knew.

Knew he was ALIVE. 
Knew all He had said was TRUE. 
Knew He IS God. 
And ALWAYS would be. 

So the next time you hear of a tragedy or circumstance that makes you wonder "Why would God allow that?" 

Know that you don't know. Your information is incomplete. 

Then remember what you DO know. 

Know that He is ALIVE. 
Know that all He said is TRUE. 
Know He IS God. 
And ALWAYS will be. 

And then wait for the sunrise of that Resurrection Day. 

Yours. Not His. 

"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." I Corinthians 13:12