An Easter Thank you

She had been looking everywhere…yet he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps the beautiful music is where he is. Certainly he will be there in the midst of that glorious sound! The walls echoed with the music. She stood only for a moment in the doorway and heard someone inside say He had risen. What are they saying? Risen? He’s alive? Then she heard it…weeping. An older woman was weeping on the steps just outside. The young woman turned and walked slowly toward the older woman and sat down quietly beside her. “What’s wrong? Can I do something to help?” “No my dear, my husband died six months ago and I just can’t go in there alone today.” “That’s okay…let me sit with you and hold your hand for a bit.” She waited quietly as the old woman sat in silence, wiping her tears and clinging to the young woman’s hand.

Carefully the young woman asked the old woman, “Tell me…have you heard about this one who has risen and is alive? I can’t seem to find Him. I’ve looked everywhere, but I don’t know where he is. The old woman’s eyes glistened with tears as she squeezed her young friend’s hand and softly replied, “Oh dear girl…He is right here!”

The noise of the cart caused them both to look up toward the man who was pushing it along the sidewalk. He stopped every few minutes to catch his breath and lean for a long while on the cart as he looked at both of them with a hard scowl. He appeared to be bracing himself for a nasty remark from these two women sitting in their fancy clothes on the steps. He stared at them as if to say, “What are YOU looking at…ain’t ya never seen a homeless man before?”

The older woman straightened a bit sensing her young friend’s attention shift. “It’s okay honey,” she said as she stood up and turned to go inside the building, “I’m better now, thank you!” The young woman gave her a hug and then turned back toward the street to the homeless man. He was still staring and scowling at her, his eyes now on the crumpled bag in her hand. She carefully approached him and asked, “Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten my breakfast bagel yet, please…take it.” He looked at her suspiciously and asked, “Lady, why are you giving me your food?” “Well, I’ve been a bit distracted this morning so I haven’t eaten my breakfast yet. I’ve been looking for the one who has risen and is now alive, but I have been unable to find him.” By now, the homeless man had already gobbled down half the bagel and with his mouth full, mumbled through a toothless grin, “Lady…he is right here, right now…thanks for the bagel!” and with more energy, he kept pushing his cart down the sidewalk.

She was still standing in the middle of the sidewalk watching the homeless man disappear around the corner when she was startled by a voice behind her, “Excuse me.” She turned around and saw a mother with a stroller and a toddler walking beside her. They were politely waiting for her to move so they could continue on their walk. The toddler held a basket filled with eggs and a chocolate bunny with the ears bitten off. The young woman smiled at the toddler and memories of her own childhood egg hunts and chocolate bunnies. “Are you okay?” the mother asked. “You seem a bit lost.” “Well, I am I guess…I’m looking for someone.”
“Whooooo?” the toddler asked, sounding very much like a baby owl. “I’m looking for the one who is risen and is supposed to be here…alive…now” her voice trailing off. “I know where He isthhh!” the child said with excitement. “You do? Where?”

The mother smiled as her toddler took a few steps toward the young woman and waved her little hand to encourage her to come closer. The young woman bent down close to the toddler. The little child reached out and placed her tiny warm hand over the young woman’s heart. “He isthhh RIGHT HERE!” she exclaimed with a lisp as she continued to pat the young woman’s heart. The child’s curly brown hair bounced across her face as she wiped chocolate from her mouth with her other hand. The young woman stood up slowly and barely whispered, “Thank you.” The toddler giggled and waved a good-bye.

And then, there it was…a warm sense of peace washed over the young woman as she heard a voice say, “You are welcome…and thank YOU…for you are indeed proof…that I AM alive!”

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Cindy Burger is a Spiritual Director, Writer and depending upon who you talk to, a woman who speaks what is on her mind…often to her own detriment. Share this:
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