The year has tipped into second half.
In the silence of a cold first winter night, I am reminded how fragile life is. Winter is God’s way of keeping earth humble. Frost, ice, wind and rain leave everything battered and bruised. Life becomes vulnerable.
While the world outside our house slowly turns into shades of lifeless grey, the gas heater next to me is fighting hard to keep winter out.
We do this with our souls to.
It’s hard to embrace brokenness. It’s not easy to let life take you on a journey to be vulnerable. Everything in me, kick and scream against it. Cowboys don’t cry, boys don’t show their pain and
real men can take the punch.
But Jesus showed something else about the way of Life.
He cried at the grave of a friend, in the loneliness of Gethsemane and on the cross while dying.
Jesus embraced the loneliness of winter, because it’s the only way to prepare for the resurrection in spring.
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