No one likes to walk in the dead of night, unsure where they are going, or what animal they may encounter along the way. It is a frightening journey, and many times the terror of having to face our biggest fears overwhelm us. Hope at times seems lost, and there appears to be no way that we will rediscover happiness. Joy is a fleeting memory.
We sit in the darkness and cry out to God. “Where is the healing that you promised me, oh God? Where is my strength that appears to be dimming from view?” “I feel alone God, and your protection feels light years away from me. Pity me in my greatest heartache.”
In these, the blackest of times, through the grace of God, we find the strength to turn our feet towards the glimmer of light that appears in the distance. Our journey will eventually become our healing, for this small speck of brilliance will overwhelm the darkness to declare the miracle of Easter. The resurrection of a new day; a new hope.
We know that we must walk forward, but our journey is not an easy task. In the most desperate of times, we must remember that we must move through the darkness to get to the light. There is not walking around the bitterness to get to the promise of milk and honey. Faith brought us to this point, and hope will move us through the pain and into the light.
On this Holy Monday, I am grateful for the promise of the coming of Easter. My feet are set to the horizon, and I begin my journey, trusting that I will be brought to the fullness of grace. But I must take the first step. Praise be to the God who delivers us and guide us to the eternal promise of hope.