Today's Tids Issue
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Glorious!
I
feel the grief of those that day who anguished along
the road up the grueling hill to where the crosses would stand. Of God, as man,
struggling neath the weight of human frailties. I would look into his eyes, and
see the world in need. I would sense his terror, but feel his strength. The greying
clouds would come; the winds would blow an ominous message. The nails would be
driven, but the rhythmic sounds would be of hope. The man now one with the cross
would be be lifted and dropped. He would feel the tearing of his flesh, his
limbs. He would forgive. He would despair. At the final moment, he would utter,
“Father into thy hands I commend my spirit.” He would die.
Yet
on Sunday, the sun in the heavens would shine brighter. The
flowers would blossom fuller, The people who mourned would feel a new love in their
hearts. They would look up to the blue skies glistening above and understand
the affirmation of their salvation. I would hear the music.
(Note:
Nothing raises Easter to its highest moment than the finale to the Mahler 2nd
Symphony, “The Resurrection”. Interestingly, this is by the Venezuelan Symphony,
so maybe there is hope there too. Be patient. Google has instituted some new rules
for its You Tube. But I guarantee the glorious music is in this link.)
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