by Mark D. Stucky
Darkness descends upon the rocky land, and fills a tomb of a slaughtered Lamb. With that unmerited death, everything seems lost, and hope seeps away into stone cracks. Trembling tears and fears consume devastated disciples, scattered about Jerusalem and hiding in shadows. Until the appointed time this Sunday morning, when light bursts forth, vanquishing darkness above and from an empty tomb. Two ascending lights this morning, risen sun and Risen Son.
Mark D. Stucky has degrees in religious studies, pastoral ministry, and communications. After being a pastor, he became a technical and freelance writer. In his day job, he’s documented technology products (ranging from building automation to satellite communications). In free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on a variety of (usually spiritual) topics. For more writings, see cinemaspirit.info.