Ways We Hadn't Dared or Cared to Hope.

We were simply going about our day. Work to be done. Conversations to be had. Meetings to attend.

Life was good, You know? Simple, yes. But good.

We busied ourselves about the marketplace and worried ourselves over Your work.

And then, in all our bustling, there was You.

Bloody, mangled, pinned up on that tree.

You, in all Your grotesque glory. You, with the smell of raw flesh penetrating our nostrils. You, seemingly surrendered to despair.

And we stomped our feet at You. I mean, how could You do this to us? How could You just die and end all the fun? How could You end all the goodness of our simple days? It's just not fair, You know.

We thought You were really onto something, the way You hurled tables from the temple. We were certain there was potency to the way You provoked the Pharisees. But this dying mess? You went and ruined all our fun.

And so we walked away, shrugging our shoulders, complaining of how things could have been if You had not given up so soon.

We went back to fishing.

We busied ourselves about the marketplace once more and worried ourselves over Your work again.

And then, in all our bustling….

in ways we hadn't dared or cared to hope...

You.