A little Easter heart preparation - by Macrina Wiederkehr from her book Seasons Of Your Heart.
Wherever we may be, we carry with us in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus, too, may always be seen in our body.
2nd Corinthians 4:10
The acting out of love to the extent of dying on a cross is a mystery I have never been fully able to grasp. My limited ability to love stands embarassed at such extravagance. My daily attempt to carry Jesus' dying around in my body also falls short of my hopes. I carry my crosses carefully, trying to make sure they don't take too much out of me.
I always leave a little pink
around the edges of my crosses
I cannot bear unbeauty.
I honestly don't know how Jesus did it!
I can hardly accept why he did it.
The why he did it always makes me feel guilty
about the pink around the edges.
During Lent, at least, I'd like to let the pink go.
I'd like to be content for forty days
with a cross that isn't so pretty.
O God of Lent, remember me!
Help me take the fragile vessel that I am
and fill it with your dying.
Oh, for one short season at least
let me give up my pink-shadowed crosses,
my jewel-filled crosses,
my plastic crosses.
Take all the clutter
that I try to decorate my crosses with,
all the ways I try to camouflage your death and dying
because my faith hasn't grown enough
to look at death as it really is:
an emptiness that brings me face-to-face with Life.
O God of Lent, Your love has opened my eyes and
the mystery is for telling.
It is my own pink-edged crosses
that has broken my heart
But it is Your Cross that has saved me!
Christ's Cross alone is where we find Life!
I am the resurrection. I am life. Everyone who believes in me will have life, even if they die.