“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.” ~I Corinthians 13:12
Today is Palm Sunday for Christians. I have always felt that Palm Sunday was an oxymoronic day. On one hand we remember, commemorate, and even replicate in small degree the parade that heralded Jesus’ arrival in Jerusalem for the celebration of passover. It must have been such a joyful outpouring of adoration! But minutes later, we hear for the first time this week the somber and dramatic story of Jesus’ last few days of life on earth. The same people shouting “Hosanna!” one day are yelling, “Crucify him!” practically the next. It’s a wide swing of emotions for one day, but a good precursor to the emotional roller coaster ride which is Holy Week for me.
Lately, my entire life feels like an oxymoron, a carousel ride: up and down, moving, but getting no where. I feel at the same time wise and foolish; old and young; loved and invisible; supported and abandoned – some times all of those in the course of a single day! I am exhausted but cannot sleep, hungry with no appetite, desirous yet apathetic. I have been energized one moment, yet sit down and in an instant have literally no momentum. I have been full of words and thoughts…and speechless; strongly, boldly confident…and reticent; sure in my faith…and spinning in a void of questions.
Since mid-December, I’ve felt like I’ve been holding on for the ride of life. I’ve felt complete awareness of this pulling back, yet a distinct disconnect from it all. Part of my brain analyzes and worries that this is not right, not good somehow while another part acknowledges that life has ups and downs, like a carousel. All my life’s a circle, and I’ve been here before; there’s nothing to be done but patiently wait it out.
I’m asking some faith questions, too. Questions to which I thought I knew the answers. Questions that are a bit scary in the asking. But at the same time, I have always believed – still believe – that God is big enough for all our questions, that we were given brains to use, to apply, so as to come vigorously to our faith. And I do have faith. Deep. Forever. Unshaken. Though the details may well move around and readjust themselves for me, that truth is unmoving.
I have faith that God is. I have faith that my life has purpose, that I am loved for who I am in my entirety – good, bad, and gray. And I have faith in humanity – or at least in God’s ability to turn all our mistakes into triumph. I also have faith that we’re part of a bigger picture, a larger story. I have faith that I am fully known and that I will know fully. Someday. I know I doubt, but I know.