Makes me teary. So grateful for the Savior. I know we should be thinking of Him and trying to be like Him always, but I love a week like this to really focus in on what He did for us and feel such love and gratitude for it all.
A while back my mother gave me a beautiful print. She gave one to each of my sisters too with a tear in her eye as to why it meant so much to her.
(It is called “Agony in the Garden” and it’s by Frans Schwartz.)
Christ’s expression speaks volumes that there are no words for. I love the white against the black background, the encircling doom. I love the love the angel is exuding. You can see it in her posture and expression, in her glowing demeanor.
I contrast that painting to another favorite. You see it a lot in our church. Sometimes things you see a lot become mundane. But to me this one always speaks to me. It is so glorious and bright. It speaks joy to my heart.
He is risen.
It made my eyes well up a little bit as I thought of those two paintings and their stark contrast in church on Sunday.
An amazing girl in our church congregation passed away a couple weeks ago. When I first heard the news I blocked it out. I couldn’t let my mind go there. It just couldn’t be true. No way.
But is was true.
And it was horrible.
And that poor family has gone through more pain and agony than I can even fathom. Their faces reminded me of Christ’s in that beautiful painting my mom gave me.
But because of what Christ did, that family can be together again.
We all can.
Because of the glorious gift of the atonement. The gift from Christ we celebrate this week.
Isn’t that how life can be sometimes? So much joy and brightness one moment and then gloom and confusion and sorrow the next. It could be little things like how I reached the end of my rope and got stomping mad at Lucy about an art project she ruined for her art class and now she doesn’t want to go to art any more (makes my heart ache), or it can be rip-your-heart-out things like a death in the family. And sometimes the little things seem like the big things. The worry in the waking hours about teenagers, the sleepless nights with newborn babies, children who ignore their mother time and time again, the best intentions falling to shreds, loneliness, pain…the list goes on and on.
But you know what? That glorious painting comes after the dark one.
It always will.
There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Christ gave it to us. It has been breathtaking to watch the family who lost their daughter “find” that light. They shine with it. They understand the gift.
May we all begin to understand it better this Easter season.
May we all “find him” as that clip above invites.
And may we know that to all those dark moments that come into our lives, there is light. There is a “hand stretched out still” (Isaiah 41:10 & 13). Forever and ever.
*** post edit, I got a few emails that the video wasn’t working. Here’s another link in case you couldn’t get it to link: http://www.mormon.org/easter?cid=HP_FR_3-27-2015_dMIS_fMRMN_xLIDyL1-A_
The first painting is by Frans Schwartz and it is called “Agony in the Garden.” Purchasing information here: https://store.moa.byu.edu/agony-in-the-garden.html
Also, check out the new Easter ap on my side-bar for more about Christ.