A shorter post today. I have been writing a sermon for tomorrow based on Luke’s account of the Crucifixion. I was struck by the women who watched and waited, powerless but present.
There are moments when we don’t have the words, the strength, or the certainty. Moments when all we can do is stay.
Stay with the pain.
Stay with the questions.
Stay with the story, even when it’s hard to bear.
In the shadow of the cross, the women stood near. They couldn’t change what was happening, couldn’t stop the suffering—but they didn’t run. They remained present.
And maybe that’s grace, too. Not the kind that fixes things, but the kind that holds space. That invites us not to do, but simply to be—faithful, heartbroken, attentive. Still there.
Something to remember, something to hold onto.
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