I've been working on several posts in my head for a few days now... that's how all my post start. Usually days ahead of time, lots of thinking, lots of praying. Funny... that's pretty much how every single one of my at least a thousand papers I wrote to get my two degrees... typing didn't usually occur till the day before the due date:-)
I haven't forgotten about the last chapters of Ann's book, because I have yet to get past chapter 8.
The chapter has been read, and reread again and again. I can't seem to move past the story of Moses tucked away in a cleft... in complete darkness, while the presence of God passes by him.
"Dark is the holiest place."
It is the most beautiful picture of His redemptive grace.
It is also the most gruesome picture in all of history.
Because the holiest place was also the darkest place and the blood that ran was innocent blood... blood that should of been mine.
But it wasn't mine and it wasn't yours and He willingly shed His own so that I wouldn't have to shed mine.
And yes I know that Easter was weeks ago but I can't seem to move past it... and I don't want to move past it and it breaks my heart that so much of Easter focus on the resurrection and the darkness of the holiday is often glanced over.
It is in that darkness that we can find comfort.... that the same Savior who provides us with hope can also identify with our sufferings.
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God is in the darkness but you have to remember that God is light. Even the darkness will not be dark to Him! (Psalm 139). We find comfort in the light of God... shining into the darkness, reminding us that there is hope, even when we can't see it ourselves.
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