As yesterday’s early morning walk behind the cross drew near
the church, those carrying the cross strode out of sight, followed by a few
swift followers. The rest of us were ‘stuck’ behind a ‘bottle-neck’ formed by
one old man with his cane, and his companions.
Nobody overtook them. We knew where we were headed, so we
kept company with those who were finding the way difficult.
Sometimes on our life’s journey we feel like we’ve lost
sight of Jesus, lost sight of his cross. But he has left us map points by which
to plot our course, guidelines in Scripture by which to live, and it’s as we
continue to walk in faith that his cross comes back into view. It’s right that
we adopt the pace of the slowest in our party, so that we can all arrive
together. There are no prizes for the sprinter in the Kingdom but I think Jesus
loves the marathon runners who slow their pace at times to accompany others who
struggle along the way.
Jesus walked with the disciples on the road to Emmaus, as
they struggled with Easter weekend events. He walks with each of us as we
struggle to make sense of our circumstances, and the situations in the wider
world.
Thank God for Easter.
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