The news crosses unbelieving ears. Shaky knees touch shaky ground. Eyes search solemn faces for any hint of dishonesty. One of you will tell me this isn’t my new reality. I live that day in denial, searching for his face around every corner.
I pray it’s all a dream. But the next day was the same.
Shock ripples through campus. The week is marked by heads hung low, voices hushed, and eyes reddened. He somehow had no idea how much he’d be missed. We hope he knows now.
Tears stung as they ran unchecked. And the next day was the same.
I want a reason and I find none. I want logic and I find none. I want peace and I feel none. I want more faith and I gain none.
My cries to God remain unanswered. And the next day was the same.
Here's what they tell me. God is present in the silence. God is loving in the doubt. God is patient in my anger. God is constant in his love. God is perfect in his plan.
He was there that day. And the next day was the same.
Here's what they tell me. There will be perfection. There will be no crying and no pain. We will be resurrected with him in all his glory. We will be joined in perfect unity with God.
We will raise our hands in worship. And the next day will be the same.
