Saturday, September 05, 2009

The Other Side of the Cross

Sunday afternoon I decided to take a few minutes to walk in the sanctuary to see the flowers we had placed there in memory of Sam. By the time I got over there the building was dark and deserted. I sat down for a minute in the same spot where I sat for his memorial service and stared at the stained glass. It took me back to that day, ten years ago, sitting in the service thinking “he is on the other side of the cross. He is on the other side of the cross. He is on the other side of the cross!” Because he actually is on the other side of the cross and on the other side of the cross.

The cemetery where Sam is buried is literally on the other side of the stained glass window. This is where my thought process started that day. But then it occurred to me that he truly is on the other side of the cross because I believe I will see him one day in Heaven because Jesus Christ made it possible through the cross.



Jolene said...

This is beautiful, Jenn. I grew up without much faith, but when my sister died when I was 17, I felt the need to believe in something... anything at all. I couldn't just accept that she was in the ground and that was the end of it. I hold tight to the belief that I will be able to see her again.

Cici said...

Thanks for the beautiful thoughts. I remember thinking that day that you were so much stronger than me and feeling like I failed you. Now I know how you were able to do it.

Brenna and Molly said...

What a beautiful sentiment that sums up so much. Sam is indeed waiting for you while you finish your pre-destined purpose here on this side of the cross.

Doodle - said...

What an amazing and TRUE thought.

I still carry Sam's memory in my heart. I look forward to meeting him myself!