I just returned
from a walk in woods. It was cool and windy, but
everything spoke of you. Everything: the clouds, the trees, the
grass, the sound of the wind. They
all spoke of your resurrection; they all made me aware that everything
is indeed good. In you all is created good, and by you all creation is
renewed and brought to an even greater glory than it held at its
beginning.
As I walked
through the woods this day, I
heard you call Mary Magdalene by her name and heard how you called from
the shore of the lake to your friends to throw out their nets. I
saw you entering the closed room where your disciples were gathered in
fear. I saw you appearing on the mountain and at the outskirts of the
village. How intimate these events really are.... They are like special
favors to dear friends--they were not done to impress or overwhelm
anyone, but simply to show that your love is stronger than death.
O Lord, I know that it is in silence, in a quiet moment, in a forgotten corner that
you will meet me, call me by name and speak to me a word of peace. It
is in my stillest hour that you become the risen Lord to me.

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