Awaiting Resurrection
“Awaiting
Resurrection”
(Transcript from Video/Link Above)
Rev. Stephanie Price
This isn’t
how I imagined the wilderness.
Beautiful
things are living here.
Rattlesnakes
and Jack Rabbits and Armadillos calling this place home. They greet me with
curious eyes hidden behind flowered cacti and misshaped miniature trees.
I am here
looking for Him.
For life
is swallowed up and forgotten here. Without names or eulogies or tombstones,
men and women and children suffocated in this greedy sand. Behind shallow
bushes, beneath empty creeks, alongside empty water jugs, calloused fingers stretch
up wrapping around the soles of these soft feet.
You could
step right over these hot bones looking for Jesus… if Jesus wasn’t in you. But my
heart has sunk into the depths of this uncertain foundation and He is pumping through me like the blood in
my veins. I am alive with Him and the eyes of my soul embrace this hidden
mourning.
I surrender
to the ruthless heat of the sun and wait for its rays to share with me fallen
visions of a better life and new beginning.
In the
Mexican border town of Nogales a young boy grasps my hand and looks deep into
my eyes,
“Tell them we are not bad people.”
He
conquered the Wilderness but the Empire conquered him. His pockets empty, his
stomach sunken, his bullet wound untreated, he waits in this place to be
devoured. His story is a million stories echoing in the beat of heart and I
pray it would be my own for I have voice, and power, and hope that ‘happy endings’
might rise out of this place like the bright pink flowers blossoming from the
cacti which surround us.
I close
my eyes and pray, “This desert, Jesus, I will fill with my tears.”
This
devil tempts me to float free in a sea of blame and excuses and despair but the
weight of this Rock ties me to the Truth within; it is not done. We will not remain buried in this tomb of ignorance
sheltering us from the cries of our neighbor, our sisters, our children, our
God. We await a resurrection of awareness.
