There he is, ascending in all his glory, risen from the dead, on top of the world and the ordinary John, Jim and Pete who see the score: death-zero, Jesus-one, still aren’t willing to give him his props. They give me hope that my full-of-holes faith still has enough substance to cast a shadow, to affirm with shade the radiance of the risen Lord. My memory fades with every step down in my quicksand shoes. I crave to reclaim his height. Remind me that I was once astonished lift the eyes of my heart to the things once seen.
These days we all need a reason to look up and have hope. The Ascension lifts all of us up.
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