A common question when holding a package, standing in front of a closet, or getting to know one another.
Easter is is full of opportunities to ask "What's inside?".
The pursuit of plastic eggs holding treasure is a popular activity. Candy? trinket? slip of paper with a "good for one trip to the ice cream shop"? The kids know, but they don't know. And they enjoy the mystery.
The story of Mary at the tomb. She THOUGHT she knew what would be in there, then was set off into the great mystery of Christ's resurrection. Again, as Christians, we know, but we don't know, and hopefully, enjoy the mystery.
The covered casserole dish placed amidst the ham, veggies, rolls, and such... what's inside? If you're at my house, or I've had anything to do with the meal planning, it will be New Potatoes and Peas (in white sauce). No mystery.
This year added one more reason to ask "What's inside?"
Saturday morning our dear family friend, and brother-in-Christ, Mark Barstow, had a seizure. The medical staff immediately went on the proverbial hunt for the answer to "what's inside?"
Their tests showed an "undefined mass in the back right portion of his brain."
talk about mystery!
My final ponderable is prayer. I know what's inside each one...
as does God. I love that there is no real mystery, yet, there is.
when's the last time you asked the question, "what's inside?"
what was revealed?
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