Sometimes resurrections take
time. It did in the life of Christ, too: three days from crucifixion to
resurrection morning. In my own life, it’s been a year since I resigned
my position as pastor of a small congregation. I was exhausted and
burned out. For months I sat around and read mindless mystery novels as
I waited for my spirit and mind to recover. I didn’t have the heart for
anything heavier, let alone the attention span. As the fatigue has
begun to lift, I’ve started to look around for ways to use the gifts
and the education that have been given to me. Slowly, things have begun
to open up. Nothing full time, but an opportunity here, and a project
there. I am beginning to get excited.
I think the between time, that dormant tomb-time that lies between the
chapters of our lives — the deaths, if you will, and the
resurrections, — is important time. It is gear-shifting time, time to
put away the old and prepare for the new. It is a time to incorporate
the best of the old, and to open up to new adventures and
possibilities. Even the butterfly must do a little cocoon time between
worm-time and flight. Even the children of Israel spent time in the
wilderness between slavery and the promised land. Whatever metaphor you
use, when you’re in the middle of it, though, it simply seems endless.
The thing to remember is this: we serve a Resurrection God who will not
leave us in the tomb forever. Even in the darkness, there is the
promise of daybreak.
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