there must be hope.

I’m finding myself in dark places this week; journeying alongside others in their valleys, with families in their grief, and in the approaching darkness of the Friday before Easter. Henri Nouwen says it poignantly –

[[ If the God who revealed life to us, and whose only desire is to bring us to life, loved us so much that he wanted to experience with us the total absurdity of death then – yes, then there must be hope; then there must be something more than death; then there must be a promise that is not fulfilled in our short existence in this world; then leaving behind the ones you love, the flowers, the trees, the mountains and the oceans, the beauty of art and music, and all the exuberant gifts of life cannot be just the destruction and cruel end of all things; then indeed we have to wait for the third day. ]]