A friend I haven’t met (yet) emailed me today with a link to a song download. She had visited my home church and heard my dad sing “At the Cross.” The song touched her and she has a copy that she listens to almost every day. I think she met my dad but she doesn’t really know us well, yet she prays for my dad every day. If I stopped to recount the many times during this challenge that we have benefitted from the kindness of strangers, much less the support of our friends, I would be a blubbery mess for the rest of the weekend. From a buddy flight on Southwest for my husband from a friend I haven’t talked to since high school, to a “Garden Fairy” who comes and secretly leaves secret surprises for my mom every week, to a friend who (guess I’m going to blubber anyway) bought and mailed my children Easter surprises from my parents…..so many have stood in the gap for us. My friend knew Mom had enough on her plate and wanted to do something to bless my mom and my family so she asked if she could send Easter goodies from my mom. She even threw in a Barnes & Noble gift card for me because she likes to feed my addiction. Who has friends like that? I do. Who is blessed beyond what she deserves? I am. Who will spend the rest of her life trying to be even half the friend to others that they have been to her? I will. If God allows me to live even one more day, I promise, I will.
Dad and I were talking last night about how this Easter is so different because of what we’re experiencing as a family. I think of the feeling we had sitting in my dad’s hospital room waiting for the doctor to bring us the result of the pathology report. I think of days that it felt like the hurt was so hard to bear that I didn’t think I could take my next breath. I can easily call to mind the apprehension of what may lie ahead as we face more treatments. And then I think of my Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, thinking of what was getting ready to happen. I certainly don’t know how he felt that night, but I think I have a better idea now than I did six months ago.
I read this blog by Beth Moore yesterday and it spoke to my heart. Shortly after, I read another blog and the author included a reference to Hebrews 2:14-17. When I read those verses in light of what Beth had said? Wow. Just wow. So on this Resurrection Day Eve, I hope you have had a chance in the midst of the buying and cooking and cleaning and practicing and whatever other busyness this time brings to stop and truly reflect and meditate on what all of this means. I hope that God will help you look at a familiar story with fresh eyes and you will experience this Easter as if it were the first one you’ve ever known. May he speak to our hearts as we proclaim with grateful hearts, “He is not here! He is risen!”
So, you can click on the link below to hear my sweet daddy sing a song that is perfect for this Easter season. It will only be available for download for a week, so if you’re reading this on April 19, 2009, you’re one day too late, I guess.