My name is Zack Eswine. On most days, I wish the world would pause and take a breath so that I could catch mine. We could all just relax for a moment and talk for a while. I know that’s a hard thing to come by though.
I no longer believe the narrative that life is a desperate survival in which zombie like terrors relentlessly pursue us in order to devour us. Such zombies exist I know. They pursue and terrorize us for sure. But a more ancient narrative tells us that what pursues us is goodness and mercy. All the days of our lives, through every shadow, valley, death, restless wandering and enemy threat, a mercy stronger still than these, will outlast them. Such a story compels me. This is the kind of story that Jesus tells. He portrays the nearness of this mercy in God among the night stalkers. No matter who we are, what we’ve done, what we look like, we can be forgiven, known, rescued and freed.
So, I’m asking, seeking and knocking with God. Learning to feed, clothe, and visit my neighbors. I’m seeking what it means to have mercy on one who doubts and to receive the mercy I myself need when I too say, “help my unbelief.” This good story that Jesus tells, forges the narrative of my hopes. The garden that Jesus cried in with sweat like blood gives the mentally harrassed a glimpse of divine shoe sharing and mile walking. The cross shows me the grace of one who can say to an undeserving thief, “today you will be with me in paradise.” In the presence of such strong kindness, repentance seems more like a word of love, a provision for rescue. Faith like a child seems like the most difficult thing imagined. To depend wholly upon another to control and provide what I can neither control nor provide, sure would free us, change us from the inside.
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