First things first – my tumor marker number is exactly where it was in March, which is exactly where it should be. Hallelujah!!
The feeling of relief feels like butterscotch glowing out from my heart. It feels like the first bite of a oreo mud pie. It feels better than finding true treasure at Goodwill. You get the idea.
Last night we went to RCIA (Catholic school for adults). The presenter talked about what it means to take part in the crucifixion and to “live a resurrection life”.
Lord, I really get irritated when Christians use abstract poetic language like that. Someone writes something in a popular book and then the Dearly Beloved begin endlessly repeating phrases like “living a resurrection life” and “we want to love on you.”
Love ON me? Um….enough said.
Ms. Cranky is digressing….what was I…oh, right…resurrection and love. Okay.
Anyhoo, when one is interested in learning more practical things about what it means to live life with a focus on God day-by-day and down in the trenches, it can be frustrating with all the new language. I usually just tune out or start pointing out things I think are funny to my husband to make sure he isn’t getting anything valuable out of whatever is happening either since we’re “one flesh.”
A wall chart and diagram were used last night, as well as some visualization and “laying on of hands” which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds. The diagram was an illustration of the speakers day which showed how once something negative happened in the morning, the whole darn day continued to go south. UNTIL…something good happened.
No, that’s not the epiphany moment…bear with me, please. The teacher then explained that at the low point of the day, there was a choice available to her. The same kind of choice that is available to the depressed person who is considering suicide. It’s the choice to choose life (another catch phrase, but one I like and can understand).
I think what she was getting at is that the same impetus that affirms we can check out at any moment physically/permanently is the instinct behind the smaller decision we make when we just decide an entire day is screwed and go to bed with some food. She said when we choose to keep looking upwards and forwards, that’s resurrection life.
Seems kind of an undramatic way to participate in something considered to be the greatest blessing and miracle of the holy redeemer of all people. But sometimes practical and heroic also equals undramatic. I’m considering. What do you think? I would really love to know…