The meaning of life is resurrection

It’s not until we’ve been broken, where all our pride and self-sufficiency are vanquished, that we land on the other side of a purpose beyond brokenness.  It never materialises immediately, and it forces us to believe for better, energising faith.  Faith that endures always carries us to the destination eventually.

It’s not until we’ve faced something that we thought was impossible, that we thought would end us, that we felt would crush us, that we stand facing the truth that fear cannot break us.

What breaks us takes us further along to our purpose — if we don’t ultimately give up.

There’s no fear in coming to the end of ourselves; only learning, only vision for what remains, only the knowledge of being lifted out of it by a faith that insists, eventually in recovery, upon rising.

Depression is a teacher.  Grief is a tutor for life.  They edify us around what we’re capable of bearing and overcoming.  There’s no shame in being broken, only a sense for victory that we endured all we could.  If not for these hardships, we would not discover what we’re made of.

None of this is said to defeat you, but to encourage you and inspire you to keep going.

Anybody who wants you to fail needs to see you succeed.  Those who can’t bear for you to die deserve to see you fly.  Most of all, it’s you who needs to see what you can do.  And no matter how bad things are now, you can overcome and rise if you say you will, if you use every resource available to you, if you’re humble enough to learn.

There is something beyond that place we all fear.  It’s resurrection — a place where fear ebbs away and we go on into new realms of authenticity.

This is a gospel reality, a Jesus truth, a thing that proves what God’s been saying all along.

Everything we do in rising from the abyss is done from a vision far off, yet a vision we cannot let go of, something that keeps us stepping one moment at a time, one day at a time, until we arrive there.

Resurrection may not seem to come for eons, but it does come when we keep pressing on.

The meaning of life is resurrection, to learn the lesson Jesus came to show us.  Death is not the end.  It’s the way of transcendence.

There’s something far worse than the death of being conquered in this life.  It’s balking beforehand.

So, go into the pain of the grief of your situation, feel it for what it is, allow it to reduce you in the truth of it, facing it, with support, and you can only grow.

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