By: Autumn Elizabeth
Where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Lent this year was very hard for me, and not just because I was far away from friends and family, both literally(since I moved to Germany) and figuratively( since I gave up Facebook for the Lenten season). Lent’s forty days of preparation, penitence and perseverance came on top of six months of unemployment, a divorce and over a year of trying to keep my relationship together. Sufficed to say, I was ready for Easter.
However, Lent doesn’t end with Easter, Lent ends with the last supper, crucifixion and death. After forty days of preparing and waiting, we have to face even darker times before hope appears.
It is easy to forget about the suffering of Jesus on the cross because we know the outcome. Jesus will be resurrected! Joy lives! However, the truth is we have to dwell in the darkness first. Without pain there are no new beginnings; without the suffering of crucifixion we have no resurrection.
I find that life is a lot like the Lenten season. I wait, I pray, I hope and hope fails, I struggle, I hope again and at the end, I still must suffer through more before I am renewed with joy. But when joy finally comes, it is so sweet.
I, like Jesus’s mother and disciples do not know when joy will be coming around again, and sometimes it hurts too much to hope. Sometimes the most we can do is keep living, keep persevering and keep hoping for hope to come. Usually it is after our darkest hours, that hope rises brightest.
So this Easter, to those full of hope, and those who are still persevering toward hope, I say with immense relief, “Hallelujah, Christ is risen!”