The truth is, well, lots of things. One of the main ones being, I have encountered a lot of pain over the last few years for various reasons. That pain has changed the terrain of my soul. I’m still learning how to navigate the newly carved space from the suffering I’ve walked through – the Man of Sorrows is good company.
Often we start strong and introspectively examine our lives as we march towards the cross with Jesus. However, this upcoming week may be the hardest time to do that despite how often times many churches will host multiple services throughout this week. If you're anything like me, this week is the time to grow impatient with Lent, to wish that it would just be over so we could go back to our "normal" lives.
So, here I am, finishing out these last weeks of the current school year, and what I see ahead is... space. While a growing portion of me is holding my breath, awaiting the opportunity for an enormous exhale, there is another part of me that is terrified. Too much open space scares me.
Do not forsake This heart of stone When I close off To be alone
When I decided to give up social media for Lent, it seemed like the standard millennial thing to do. I knew it would be personally helpful - probably allow me to be more present and productive, and to not rely on silly likes and comments as a shallow form of validation. But I don’t think I anticipated enjoying it quite as much as I have these past five weeks.
We are compelled as members of Christ's church to love and serve our world, and to continue to participate in the story that has been set before us. Let this not be something that sounds restrictive or binding to you. Rather, recognize the freedom that comes from following in the footsteps of those who came before us, and the beauty of carrying forth the traditions laid out such as this lenten season.
When we become possessive over our actions and creations, our hearts start to warp, and our identity gets tangled with all the wrong things. We start to feel a deep pressure to continue creating, to continue having wise ideas, to continue thriving in our jobs. These actions and creations become our own little gods, and we lost sight of who we are and why we’re doing these things in the first place.
The Scriptures scattered within the piece are intended to be a meditated upon as you take in the visual of the mosaic, which was created in the heart-space of those same Scriptures.
I am weary. God has given me the key. He gave it to me a very long time ago, delivered by the worn old hands of Moses, and engraved into a tablet of stone. His fourth commandment to the people of Israel read: “Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.” Rest.
You made me somethin' You gave me life The freedom found in You goes on and on and on