It is indeed Good Friday. After a paralyzing migraine Thursday, I can once again resume life. I'm coherent enough to meditate on the suffering of another, namely Christ. When in pain, I become self-focused. Jesus paradoxically suffered selflessly. For the whining and weakling like me he died. So, on this weekend celebrating the power of his death and Resurrection, Clint and I pause. The frenetic demolition, the skill saw cutting, the ceiling furring--all pause.
"Can anything ever separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?...I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. No powers in the sky above or in the earth below--indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:35-39
"Can anything ever separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?...I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. No powers in the sky above or in the earth below--indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:35-39
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