Radically Happy

Finally, with a mighty stroke, the Father cements Grace into place. I hang there, suspended between heaven and earth, my Savior nailed to my feet, his hands useless.

I lift my eyes, expecting a glorious deliverance, flocks of angels come to sign me home.

But such is not to be.
Instead, the sky grows dark, and clouds block the suddenly weary sun. The wind picks up, and I am cold again; this time chilled to the bone. Around me people are jeering, and in the distance demons gather…