Gradual Grace

Easter began on a quiet Sunday morning, the tomb itself having been emptied at sunrise. The dawning of a new day. No one knew it yet, they were asleep in their sorrows. Long before we know what is happening God has already ordained that His works shall be accomplished and we are the recipients of this gradual grace. The women rose early, still deep in grief, silenced by the stark events of the preceding days. It had been a violent and brutal week. Nothing was expected today, except more grief. 

That is how I feel today. Even though it is Sunday, in my world, there are only grays...no lilies yet. Hans has significantly changed from even yesterday, His face is more drawn than ever before. I can see Dr. MacGravan at the Gates, waiting for Hans. They will talk about church growth and the new generation of Americans and what they need to grasp the mantle in these difficult days. I wonder how Hans will look.

All this would be great if I could be assured that Hans' work on earth was finished. It has not been my operative assumption. I cannot rest myself until I know this. It may be me that is keeping him here. I don't want Hans for myself anymore, I want to know if He has finished His work for Jesus. Our lives have never been about "us" and they are not so now. So pray for me, that Jesus would settle this mystery in my heart. 

The morning has just begun I will let you know as the day proceeds. The air is cool and soon I will be alone...please petition the Lord...as you celebrate His day.