Great Commission

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And Jesus came up and spoke to them, saying,  “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
Matthew 28: 18-20 NASB

The amber ball reflected on the warming ripples then slid behind the sentinel tree line on Resurrection Sunday. Anastasis. The word rolled off my tongue, and I liked the sound. Christ had risen from the grave. He’d conquered the harrowing hell.

Therefore, sin and death can’t bind us. We’ve been saved from our weak and rebellious condition.

As I walked my Easter dinner off, ham, mac and cheese, and orange rolls, I considered how God calls us to awaken from our habitual way of doing work, ministry, and relationships, and to stand up and return to Him who is life. He wants to make us whole. He desires intimacy, confession and repentance, and His resurrection power is for us.

Christ’s shed blood and death on the cross had a purpose. We’d never be made right before God with our good intentions and efforts. It is finished. The work was done.

Or, was it? The disciples gathered at the mountain Jesus had designated in Galilee. Some questioned His resurrection. They doubted.  But Jesus expressed His dominion and power over all things. The time of His betrayal, rejection, and humiliation had ended. All authority belonged to Him in heaven and on earth. God had exalted Him before men. And now, He directed His close circle to “go and make disciples of all nations.”

God calls us to spread the good news that “Christ is risen!” We’re to speak with boldness. His followers are to teach, train, and mentor the new believers. And no one is given a pass. From the youngest of our clans to the eldest, we can testify to Jesus’ saving grace. Jesus heals and makes us come alive!

Our grandsons reminded me time and again over the past months that Easter wasn’t about the jelly beans, marshmallow chicks, and chocolate bunnies. Yes! We talked about our favorites. But Easter is much more than candy, skits, singing Hosanna, and waving palms. They listened to the Bible story and learned.

Jesus was born in a manger and died on a cross to save us from our sin. Simple Truth.

Resurrection Sunday. Anastasis. Light breaks through the world’s brokenness and hurt.  It wasn’t an ordinary Easter. However, how could it ever be? We celebrate a risen Lord! And He promises to be with us until the end.

Praying for God’s blessing and protection over you and yours,

Lily Mae

 

 

Pools of Mercy

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This is what the Lord Almighty said: “Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.
Zechariah 7:9-10 NIV
 

I meander through the goods
Kitchen utensils, quilts, books, and old-fashioned toys.
A search for child-like wonder,
My gaze rests on a coil tunnel
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

A blanket is folded and patted, too careful
Nervous glances quickly disconnect with mine
Agitated peacock almost collides with my escape.
We side-step dance through the uncomfortable
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

A slinky is thrust like a baton
Familiar eyes question—hesitate, then take.
‘Twas the pattern set long ago
Dreams collide with despair
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Fling wide the door
Thirsty stems sway and blooms droop
The light changes . . . yellow cautions, “S.L.O.W. the HURRY!”
Angry tires burn the corner. Breaks screech. And horns blare!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Winter within threatens to restrict
I fight to feel. Smell. See. Breathe.
I fist my want and hug my hurt
Sip the last of the morn’s dark roast
Frantic, I focus on the ONE beside me.

Gnarled fingers pill his plaid hem
Empty, dark rooms tell their tale
Twins tarry on heaven’s bench
A union of the missing
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Unbeknownst, the elder gifts courage
I focus on his worry—the blank stare that pulls the knots
Unsteady feet set in heavy platform shoes
Powerless and forgotten outsiders
Breathe. One. Two. Three.

Who will you speak for?
Put a face to the need
Seek the lonely exile, widow, and orphan
Different. Desperate. Hurt. Hungry. Weary.
The closed door signals the good-bye.

I let go and stand . . . step forward.
Mercy’s hand welcomes the distraught ONE
Kind and compassionate and gracious.
He sees through the smeared window and my defense
Stacked bricks, barbed-wire, and pretty-painted pink.

Balcony view to the dirt and gravel, and the shaded sidewalk
Pools of concern offer humble hope and beauty
Picture frames of pastels, fertile pastures, and moonlit nights
And Heaven’s rain echoes the heartfelt cries as a Lily opens
Closes. Breathe. One. Two. Three.

Dare I confront the gap?
River’s edge and broken bridge
Detour signs and cement barricades
Power and prestige – legalism and hate
Bystander’s dismissal, “I am not the victim!”

I recoil. Shrink. Stumble.
I cannot tarry this burden alone
I need a warrior and an advocate.
A tottering fence desires a pillar with pure intentions
Love without conditions, help without condemnation.

A gentle man acknowledges my grief
He questions with interest and quiet deliberation
And I cannot see beyond his magnetic pull
He and his wife’s work beckon me to stay
Our dilly-dally overcomes the tick-tock.

I met a stranger with Jesus’ eyes
And I am undone
Lord, let me be as he. . . as You
Take my fear and doubt, soften my heart
Give me eyes to see the vacant rooms.

I remember and re-member as I break the bread and drink the cup of Easter-tide.