Notre Dame

By Elaine Knudtson

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Notre Dame sits as a gutted shell; stripped of its history and beauty by a consuming fire. 

The foundation, hewn from ancient quarries, stands as a testament to the truth that God’s kingdom shall not pass away. 

Light shines on the cross behind the charred altar, reflecting the sun that has been filtered through stain glass for centuries. 

It’s raw, devastating, catastrophic. 

The treasures of the past have been destroyed and the world sits silently in sorrow, remembering its former glory.

The children of Israel wept when they saw the ruins of the temple in Jerusalem. 

The disciples wept when Jesus, the true rock, hung lifeless on the cross. 

We cry out, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” when our lives are shattered by pain, loss and disappointment.

Yet, the foundation stands. 

And like the phoenix that rises from the ashes, hope will be reborn. 

What will be rebuilt will be stronger, more secure, because it has been purified in the crucible. 

The church will emerge from the flames of apostasy, scandal, and secularism and worship Christ on Easter Sunday in the shadow of the cross. 

For those with eyes to see and ears to hear,

God has shouted from the heavens this holy week the truth of death and resurrection. 

He is not silent. 

We gather our grief and stand stripped before the cross that reflects the light of the son.

We surrender our lives to the consuming fire of His holy spirit and ask to be remade in His image once again.