So Jesus does the unimaginable.
He knows He is going to die. He is on the cross, He calls out, but continues on. He shows the celestial courage to suffer.
Then He rises. He goes to His friends and tells them to check out His hands.
His hands still show the crucifixion. But He is perfect.
He shows His scars, His wounds but he is still raised.
and because of that….
Marisa can do the unthinkable.
They tell her she is going to die. She is riding the dragon of cancer, she calls out, but continues on.
She shows the celestial courage to suffer.
And now she is perfect.
Her scars tell a story. A difficult, painful, tiring, heart wrenching, complicated, expensive and wonderful story.
Her story brings tears to my eyes. Some tears of joy.
But mostly tears of pain.
Because I’m not perfect…yet.
…yet.
I wish you a Blessed Easter.
MdH
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March 23, 2008 at 9:55 am
trinda
Because He lives…..I can face tomorrow,
Only because He……can we.
March 23, 2008 at 12:44 pm
Margaret Van der Meulen (Van der Veen)
Wishing you and your family a blessed Easter.
Praying for you and the kids.
March 23, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Doreen Breukelman
Blessings for this Easter Sunday, Mendelt.
And Happy Birthday on the 20th!
Love Doreen and Fred
March 23, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Lyric
And today I pray the hope of the resurrection will be real in your heart knowing that one day it will all be perfect…
But until then He is our Emmanuel.
March 23, 2008 at 6:12 pm
JT
perfect…… its almost to good to imagine……
thank-you for the cross…Jesus thank-you for the cross.
May the blessings of Easter fill your home today.
March 23, 2008 at 8:39 pm
LIz
Hi Mendelt: I am sure this was another difficult day but you are a great dad to get up and get little ones ready for church. This new generation of dads are so qualified in changing diapers, doing household things etc. It is good that you have the kids to keep you going and they are always so full of energy. We are still waiting to see a picture of you with your new birthday shirt, Mendelt, maybe standing out beside the snow people or have they disappeared. Take care Mendelt.
March 23, 2008 at 9:43 pm
Susanne
We love you, Mendelt and ZJZ.
Praying, listening and crying out,
The Wood’s
March 24, 2008 at 10:16 pm
Lore
It’s not the first time I’ve lurked around peeking at your family and Marisa’s Fullness of Life and the emptiness she’s left behind–but it’s my first time to comment on it. Today I do. Because this is too much to say nothing about:
“His hands still show the crucifixion. But He is perfect.”
Easter is beautiful because of that. Because of the hope, of the perfection that lies in front of us, because in spite of these scars, because of these scars, and deep thanks to these scars–we see hope.
While others see only the cross, the crucifixion, the death, the scars, we see Life.
March 25, 2008 at 7:53 am
Mike & Sheri Nywening
“See what a Morning … gloriously bright ….” Zion and Jacoba, you played the djambe very well! So did your dad! I’m very glad that you helped us celebrate Christs resurrection in this way on Sunday morning! It was great! I hope to see you playing again soon!
March 25, 2008 at 9:24 am
Diane Bakker
Mendelt
Happy Belated Birthday, 34 years young! It must seem like
alot of years to you……and days when you feel so very old.
Longing for the day when all things will be made new and
all things will be perfect! Thank-you Jesus for what you did
and are doing!
You are in His Grip……..hold on!
Diane
April 4, 2008 at 4:59 pm
linda
NO SCAR?
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And piercèd are the feet that follow Me.
But thine are whole; can he have followed far
Who hast no wound or scar?