Wrenched away.......Good Friday

I remember the day he died.  I was sure the earth had stopped spinning and yet it tilted under my feet.  The sun no longer gave warmth.  I had to remind myself to inhale for breath no longer came unbidden.

In those moments, hours, even days following, my life seemed a journey to the center of the earth, where chaos rules and the order of this world is unknown.  Someone had taken all that I knew and ripped in in two, from top to bottom and a new reality came flooding in.   Nothing had changed - horns honked and children laughed and groceries needed to be bought - and yet everything had changed.  Fear and dread would startle me awake in the wee hours of the morning.  I wanted to find a place to hide away, to curl into myself, to learn how to breathe again, to figure out how this could have happened.

The world shifted in an emergency room in a strange town.... 

       and on a cross on a hill called Golgotha. 

         Death for the sake of a new creation.