Written on April 19, 2014

IMG_1116By Lisa Huddleston

This is the day that lies between the cross and the resurrection. The tomb is silent. No one yet can visit the battered body to prepare it properly, because it is the Sabbath; no work allowed. Jesus’ body lies cold, silent, and alone.

Can you imagine? Jesus had never been alone. Never. From the beginning he was the Word, and he was with God. An intrinsic part of the Trinity, of the Three that is One. Forever. Until that awful moment on the cross. “Father,” he cried, “why have you forsaken me?” And he was alone.

Although I often choose to be alone, I despise feeling lonely. It is like death.

But because Jesus suffered, dying a real death not only a symbolic one, I can run to a Living Savior who knows my pain. And when I do, I am truly never alone. I am a Holy Temple filled to overfull with the presence of a Holy God.

Because of Jesus. Hope will come, is already here, and will come again.

Yes, yes, and yes!


By Lisa Huddleston


Frog songs in soggy bogs

spot the road from the city to

my country home


Spring is coming and

daffodil exclamation points

dot the cow fields with yellow

shouts of joy


I see and hear the signs with

anticipation that

borders on pain


The last few weeks of

winter grey loom large

and threaten to blind my eyes

and stop my ears


Don’t look

Don’t listen

Never see nor hear


Yet spring is coming and

hope is not hopeless


The signs are not in vain

Burning bushes

Pillars of both fire and cloud

Manger-tucked babes with

stars in dark skies


My eyes will yet see

My ears will yet hear

the whisper as well as the thunder

of God