It's strange to want to tell you "Happy Easter!" on Good Friday.
For those of you who don't believe as I do, Good Friday is a time to remember the cost that was paid on the cross. It's, obviously, followed by Easter, where we celebrate that death is not the end.
Thinking about Easter make me think about darkness and light, and how that story plays out over and over in our own lives.
Recently one of my coworkers lost his six week old son. It was horrible and tragic and unexpected. Through that darkness, they chose to find the light. It's not easy to do, but they managed it. They found the light in their son's perfection - in his beautiful life here on earth, and the love he brought into their lives and the lives of his older siblings.
They chose to look for the hope hiding in the overwhelming despair.
Because there's always hope.
Even when your world is crumbling - even when you don't think there could be anything good to come from something so horrible - there's hope.
If you're willing to find it.
Today I'm thinking about the most hopeless time in Mary's life - watching her son die. I'm thinking about the young men (no older than 18-20 ish) watching their Rabbi, their teacher and mentor, being led away. I'm thinking about how horrible it must have felt to know you were doing what you were asked to do, and yet watching the people who cheered for him, loved him, and followed him cry out in one loud voice:
Yet in only a few days' time, all that darkness was flipped on its head.
The war was won.
If you believe, then to you I say "He is Risen."
To all of you, I wish you a Happy Easter.
And if you're in the middle of a dark time, I promise you this.
There is hope.
Reach out if you feel me - or even if you don't and maybe want to know more. If there's any way I can serve you, please let me know.
All my love,
Kelsey Somber Swan