You wouldn’t believe what happened when I stepped out of the tomb! They all swarmed around me, shouting and crying and rejoicing and asking questions. Martha reached out for me first, hugging me, digging me out of the burial clothes and head covering. She was wiping my face with her linens, calling out for water and soap. Mary was crying so hard she couldn’t talk, and head to lean on Jesus for support.
“Don’t believe everything you think” is one of my favorite brain-based quotes. Your thoughts can damage a relationship or reunite a family. Your thoughts can ruin a meal or make a single strawberry the most delicious snack you’ve had all month. Your thoughts can even sabotage your health — or increase the chances you’ll heal from what ails you.
“A mother, when her baby is crying, picks her up and holds her tenderly in her arms,” says Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Hanh. “Your suffering is your baby. Your pain and anxiety is your baby. You have to take care of her. You have to go back to yourself, to recognize the suffering in you. You have to be kind and gentle to yourself.”
I found out what I already suspected: I’m exactly halfway to my death date. That’s why I’m going on a spiritual pilgrimage to Nepal and India! I want to wander God’s earth, reflect on my past and wonder about the future. I want to heal. I want to be a healing presence. I want to die knowing I followed Jesus all the way home.
She’s wearing a Sherlock Holmes hat, the lady sitting next to me. A tweed coat all buttoned up and a fuzzy pink scarf. Her name is Eileen. She’s a tall, skinny Brit with wiry corkscrew curls and thick glasses. She reminds me of a long-legged, long-necked stork. An eccentric, kind, curious bird.