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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: If Only ... But Then
By Karlene Jacobsen
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If only she would come in. Find shelter. I couldn’t tell you how long she remained after the events of the day. None of us kept track of time. No one could.
We’d all followed, trying to keep a distance but compelled to stay close in order to hear every syllable he breathed. We’d followed hoping to grasp how this man, who was loved and praised not three days ago, could be so deserving of this … bloodbath.
No one could escape the splatter of blood as flesh was ripped from his body. Not one of us could stop streams from forming as blood mixed with sweat and tears and cut trails down the hillside. Everything was now saturated in it, including her.
If only it would rain …
If only she would come in. Find shelter. Change her clothes … wash her face. But she would hear nothing of the sort. Instead, she dropped to her knees, face to the ground, sobbing. Her tears mixed with the soil.
She had embraced him in life and now in his death. She refused to let him go. She would not hear the tales that spread about his blasphemy.
But then the sky turned black and the ground shook beneath us. We ran for cover, afraid, hoping the earth wouldn’t open and swallow us whole as it did Korah and his people after rebelling against Moses and Aaron.
I sense the emptiness and the ache deep within, even as the earth groans over his absence. This could only be the work of God. Was He angry with us or him?
She clung to the earth, refusing to be moved. Her shadowy form splayed across the ground as though it was her source of security. She turned her face toward the cross where he hung—lifeless now—and wailed, piercing our hearing with a force to shatter glass.
If only it would rain …
I turned my face towards the cross, where I could see the outline of his body, slumped against the wooden frame. My mind’s eye could see him. A sight I don’t believe I will ever escape. I don’t know if I should even try.
I really wish it would rain. But then, no amount of rain could wash the images from my mind.
Words. His words began to flood my memory as I squinted to make out his form. I remembered. My heart began to pound. I could hardly breathe. Hope flooded my soul. This was not the end of his story. In that moment I longed to join her out there, nearer to him as we waited … waited for him to complete what had begun today.
Because I am certain of this: HE will reign.
Adapted from: Matthew 27:55; Luke 23:49; Numbers 16:32
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