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| Listen as he answers you and write down his response in the right column. Go back and forth, asking and listening. Trust what you hear inside you. When you think your conversation is done, go back and read the two columns. Listen one more time and then say good-bye. And if appropriate, plan on another conversation in the future. REST STOP #4: Dancing at the tomb Sometimes I don’t like Easter. It’s scary to be this honest, but on some level it’s true. I feel guilty for not being happy enough. Couple that with feeling guilty about not being grateful enough for the suffering Jesus did on the cross, and I’m a wreck by Holy Week. This is just the way I feel. I want to dance with joy at Easter. I don’t want to just be happy Lent is over or giddy over a new dress or relieved that spring is finally here. No. I want to dance with joy. So I’ve been trying to figure out why I struggle. Several connected reasons come to mind. Is it a fascination, an unholy clinging to earthly possessions? Maybe I’m so pre-occupied with trivial things like curtains and cars and contracts that I block out the joyous dance. Is that it? Well—maybe. I think it goes deeper than that. Maybe I believe, mistakenly, that this is as good as it gets. Living in this world of instant gratification, I falsely assume that this is it—a two-car garage, a house with a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a dog. And I should be happy! The ever-present, low-lying stress, the continual grind, the accumulation of junk are just part of the deal. But ironically, the things that make me happy, according to my society, are the very things that so many times enslave me! If this is as good as it gets, if this is what resurrection means . . .well I’m not dancing. Continued... |
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