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Trishie
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In failure
Jesus, I put my trust in the ‘apparent failure’ of the Cross, for You are condemned to a criminal’s execution and it seems that Your mission has failed, You who alone could redeem humanity.Yet this appearance belies the truth, for You are triumphant over sin and death!
Who, observing, except for Your faithful few, can accept that it is God-incarnate whose sweat and blood drips into the dust, from Your drained, dishonoured body! Yet Your human cry of abandonment by the Father is belied by the triumph of love and faith in Your final confident submission. You die, but You have not betrayed the Father’s trust.
Jesus, to my sadness, I fail in many ways and sin against others by my failures. Have I betrayed Your will or mistaken Your purpose? Will You restore me to grace now, Jesus? To do what? Will You show me? Will You fuse together the broken pieces—of my life, of my service—to make a new and better creation? Am I to step around the fragments and to pass another way?
I ask courage to continue through the enveloping fog, trusting each small moment to the illumination of faith and grace.
Jesus out of seeming failure, You rose in glory.Through Your grace, I ask that out of our failures, losses, and sorrows, united with You, I implore that You will please bring healing and goodness luminescent as priceless pearls grown around grains of suffering, for Your glory, and for others’ blessing.
July 1981 from ‘a handful of wildflowers’)
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