All Treachery Dies the Same
- Fr. Thomas Colyandro
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
For 33 years,
Christ walked upon this earth
All the way up to Golgotha
Beaten, broken, and bloodied
High atop a cross.
For 33 months,
Someone I know has been carrying a cross
Down a treacherous path they did not choose.
It's been a slow crucifixion made with the kinds of
Nails and thorns you don't expect from familiar hands.
But evil won't get its way in the end.
After 33 years,
Christ's tomb did not have the final word.
In a similar way
I ask and I implore ...
That during these next 33 days,
There is a transfiguration.
A long Holy Saturday
Filled with a great stillness
Like that, which exists, right before the Resurrection.
Then, in the final 33 hours of those last 33 days,
I plead and I pray that
Your servant rises to the promise of a new day.
Wounded, yet radiant
Sorrowful, yet transfigured
With tongues of fire placed in the heart ...
Loving others.
Calling them to prayer.
Bandaging their wounds.
Healing their hearts, and
Walking with them to the Spirit.
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