According to scripture, he arose from his death and came to others to be "tangible" just one more time.
It was the moment when true "faith was born. For centuries, the people of the world found their faith, not by, what they saw, what they did, or who they were, but the spirit that lived in their souls.
I am a widow...Nothing is tangible about my husband now, except the tennis shoes in his closet that had green grass stains on them from yard work. He was here and cut the grass....tangible.
He has been gone 7 years. I have written a book on grief and loss, witnessed the marriages of my three daughter, and the birth of 5 grandchildren. My life also found its way into a gambling addiction to numb the pain. A life that almost destroyed me. Crazy..."forgive her, for she knows not what she has done.
The journey of recovery has been rocky and yet wonderful. I held on every day to find a way to love myself...to understand that it is OK not to understand death. It's not my job. God's working on that one. My only job is breath and have faith. Easter; the great miraculous "Do-over, mulligan, and unconditional love"
My reason for sharing this story to tell you all, that YOU all are my tangibility. We all have Band-aides on our hearts and understand each others fears and pain. Easter....it is the season feel s ome hope, whatever that means for you. Take a walk, look into your own eyes in the mirror for three minutes...and love what is staring back at you. You are tangible and loved