I had hoped the 'blogs' would be more frequent but that has not happened. My last entry told of the trauma of going to the far end. I did not know then that the far end would be even further along an unknown trail. Like with Ezekiel, it seems to me that God took from me my most precious possession - and the wound is still raw. However, God has once again been with us to the far end. He has not let us down and his promise of resurrection life together in Jesus is still ours, as is that promise to Ezekiel that it will all be ultimately for the glory of God.
In the past weeks I have remembered the advice -let your pain be part of The Pain- or let your cross be part of God's Cross. It was given to me many years ago by Veronica, a wonderful lady I met in a hospital side-ward in her last stages of a most painful cancer. She simply told me how she found comfort in fixing her mind on the Cross of Jesus.
I had always believed that in Jesus and the Cross God shares the pain I experience in every 'hurt' time of my life but now my faith is expanded to understand that pain-sharing is two-way. God gives me the privilege of sharing in his pain - only the twinges mind - all the hurt of the world - of living at that place where dark and light meet in a flash of glory - where hope pierces through despair - where death gives life and every cross-pain is the experience of forsakenness, of Father into your hands, and today in paradise!