Fear [1st in a series of 4 written for Holy Week]

Hello,

I’m sure you know me.

My name is Mary.

But I thought you might like to know

Some things about me…

I used-to-be paralyzed by fear,

unable to experience peace,

to enjoy quiet,

or to find rest

before I met Raboni.

Jesus cast out the demons

that darkened my days

and shrouded my nights

with thoughts of death.

Light and life

and freedom and love

had been given to me.

And I cherished every day

listening to His teachings...

It was incredible,

that He would speak my name.

Yet now…Now…

It’s too horrible to imagine…

all they have done to Him…

I keep seeing His face…

Those loving eyes...

The suffering…

How could they punish

someone so loving?

His life has been stolen away…

What…will become of me, now?

Just as they hated Him,

They hate all of His followers!

Are the others afraid as well?

Honestly,

I’m terrified

I feel lost and alone.

I’m not paralyzed by fear…

But I’m taunted by it.

Oh, Jesus…

The light

The love

The peace

The joy…

How could they have betrayed Him?

I thought they couldn’t kill Him

unless He had chose to die.

Surely His Father would not allow His death.

Yet, I watched Him die.

And what about His kingdom?!

Oh, that His kingdom would come…

God help us! Help us…