But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for he has been raised from the dead, and indeed he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.” --Matthew 28:5-6
They seem to walk the way of our heart with us. There the women were, having lost the one who had meant so much to them. He had taught them, performed miracles before them, eaten with them, loved them and now he was dead. Their hearts were torn and tattered. All they wanted was to find him again – feel him again – know his presence once again. The closest they could come was to go where his dead body lay. There in the stillness of dawn the discerning angel spoke to the need of their heart.
When our lives feel out of control or our hearts have been battered by pain it feels as though every breath is like drawing in and chewing thick dry chalk. Our heart may beat more quickly when we are hurting, but the beat is truly an aching beat that throbs throughout our body, beginning with the steady rhythm of tears dropping down our cheeks, to the stick-in-the-throat throb in our throat, to the sting in our heart and stomach, to the wobbly weakness in our legs. We can’t imagine how the awful pain will be halted – how a gentle peace will ever return. Then, in the flash of an instant the discerning angel slides into our sorrow and we know the path of our heart is known and watched and we are not alone. Are you poised to hear the discerning angels’ gentle murmur when your heart feels hostage to hurt?
O God, when my heart feels hidden from you, let the sound of your love become part of its beat.
These meditations by Renee Miller first appeared at explorefaith.org
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