it's another one of those nights. geez they are frequent lately.
we went to church tonight in lieu of tomorrow.
but honestly, we haven't been to church in quite a while.
no, we aren't one of those, "only go easter and christmas families," but for various, and complex reasons, we have not gone - in too long.
we listen online....and on the radio to many pastors and messages....
but tonight, BEING there, and feeling the Holy Spirit in the presence of the place, moved me so much....about 10 tissues full much.
the music, the authenticity, the truth, the honesty of what christ did for us - His children...
as chris (our pastor) was talking about the crucifixion of jesus and the details...i looked for my notebook that i always carry in my purse. i'm a "write it down or forget it" kind of girl.
i couldn't find it so i pulled out my phone and typed into my notes..
a month or two back, our bill, had undergone major surgery. he had at least 3 HOLES/drains in his back to let out, ugh - i guess what needed to come out.
one sunday afternoon my mom called, asking me to rush over....when i got there...bill was seated, with his back exposed in the the bathroom. i will never forget what i saw.
to keep it simple, he had a hematoma, it had erupted and was releasing through one of those holes.
the blood, the fear, the intensity of the moments....and bill sat quietly. allowing us to dress his wound to get the hospital while reassuring my mom.
as i helped him, i remember thinking..."he can't do a thing! he is relying on us. he has NO REASON to deserve this. the ONLY thing(s) he has ever given my mom or her children is love, support, strength.....WHY???? why is he suffering and bleeding like this so much?"
you know what i realized that day?
no matter what physical hardship i have faced, BLOOD has made it more real than ever.
so back to chris at church tonight.
yes, Easter... Jesus on the cross.
mary magdalene, His closest friend among others...peter, john...his mother.....all had to sit and witness that horrific suffering and blood.
blood being poured out.
of someone they loved..who had nothing but love on them and EVERYONE.
blood being poured out...
because He chose to put Himself there.
for you - for me.
when all He ever did was love and give.
i know what my heart felt watching bill, who is a father to me on earth...
can you imagine watching jesus...a father to all ?
it brought me back ONCE again to the red velvet couch....
my mom stroking my hair...
my dad mixing and adjusting the sound to the song...by don fransisco... dancing...hands raised, fingers pointed to heaven....
my mom and her sisters went on to perform that song at many concerts for years to come...
but this song , my memory and its message made the act and purpose so clear....
and now with bill...and tonight with chris...i see it in a new way.
a way relatable to all...but sensitive to he hearts of those that see and hurt....
and tonight...i'm so grateful that HE IS ALIVE!