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- Apr 19
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Sunday April 20, 2025
See
We race toward evidence but hesitate at the threshold of belief. Like the beloved disciple, we arrive first—eager, breathless with anticipation—yet pause at the entrance, unwilling to fully enter the empty space where certainty once lived. Our curiosity carries us to the edge, but something primal holds us back from the final step.
The folded burial cloths sit in silent testimony. What strikes us isn't the miracle but the orderliness of it—not chaos but intention, not theft but transition. The abandoned grave clothes, meticulously arranged, reveal more than absence; they speak of purpose. We expect disruption in transformation, yet the most profound changes often leave behind a mysterious order we struggle to comprehend.
The fastest runner doesn't always see most clearly. Peter arrives second but enters first, his impulsive courage compensating for his slower pace. Meanwhile, the one who witnesses from the threshold ultimately believes more deeply. Our understanding follows no predictable timeline—some grasp truth in an instant while others require physical immersion in the emptiness before comprehension dawns.
Listen
Reflect
(John 20:1-9)
When have you rushed toward something you desperately wanted to understand, only to hesitate at the final moment? Consider times when you've stood at the threshold of transformation—seeing evidence but struggling to take that final step into belief or action.
The disciples encountered an empty space where they expected to find death and closure. How might the unexpected absences or losses in your life actually be invitations to a new kind of presence or understanding you haven't yet recognized?
What carefully folded "burial cloths" exist in your life—signs of intention and purpose amid apparent absence? How might paying attention to the order within chaos help you recognize the difference between loss and transformation?
Pray
Lord, your design remains when all else appears vacant. Grant us courage to enter empty spaces that terrify us, wisdom to distinguish between theft and transformation, and patience with ourselves and others as understanding unfolds at its own pace. May we recognize your fingerprints in the folded cloths of our unraveling certainties.


