I didn’t want evidence.
What would I do with that?
I didn’t want proof.
I wanted my friend.
It was grief, not doubt.
It was unfulfilled longing.
What came to me
was not evidence,
but my Beloved.
What he said was not
“Think this, not that”
What he said was
“No longer hold yourself back,
but trust you have me.”
And you, are you so free of sorrow
that there’s no one you need?
So free of guilt
that you care about opinions?
Here is the miracle:
in your deepest loss, your darkest evil,
out of every awfulness, out of death itself,
to you—you yourself, calling your name,
comes not a fact
but the One you long for,
who bears your broken heart in his heart,
your forgiveness in his wounded hands,
the new life in his wakening voice.
He is not asking you think a strange thought.
He is letting you fall back in love.