by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
"Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement.
One fails forward toward success."
C. S. Lewis
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen:
not only because I see it,
but because by it I see everything else."
C. S. Lewis
“I have come home at last!
This is my real country!
I belong here.
This is the land
I have been looking for all my life,
though I never knew it till now...
Come further up, come further in!”
― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
That Friday was Good, though it looked bad
when Jesus bore our sin.
His Face was bloodied. The crowd was mad.
He did not seem to win.
How could it be good when all we knew
at sunset was a death?
How could He be nailed, and then turn blue,
The One, Who gave us breath?
The jury had lied. The verdict false.
The Innocent was blamed.
The crowd, it condemned. The guilty waltzed
with justice ne'er the same.
Yet, He, Who knows the Story's End
had turned His Back this once.
The crying Savior would not mend
before His final pulse.
The thirty-six hours of the silent Savior
were ripping Creation's seams.
There was no Plan B, that aught could tender.
His dearest dashed their dreams.
Now mottled, and oiled, and Body wrapped,
The Savior laid in state,
but He Himself was never trapped.
He kept each scheduled date.
The sun, it peeked above the horizon
upon that dark third morn.
Did he dare to shine the light of reason,
until the grave be torn?
Nevermore to see the Savior living.
Nevermore to hear His voice.
Nevermore to Him embrace be giving.
Nevermore to live in Hope's great choice.
Good Friday was not good to them.
Good Friday was quite bad.
How could they ever live as men
without their Lord so glad?
by Jay O’Toole
on April 2nd, 2021