Is there a more poetic word than “yesterday”? To even utter those syllables places my heart at that psychological boundary marker where the past meets the present. My mind is indeed faced with the sobering and haunting reality that there is no way to fix or change what has happened, that the only way forward in life is, in fact, the bold and daring decision to enter into the unknown. Jesus, interestingly, does not speak the word “yesterday” even one time. Perhaps his eyes were too fixed on his heavenly father and his divine mission to look back into the past. It is also possible, however, that Jesus was so integrated and comfortable with the reality of death and the risk of living authentically that letting go and surrendering was just a way of life for him. During this season of falling leaves and fading sunlight, let’s lean into the drama of being human with Jesus. We shall discover not despite, but precisely through our grief, that our yesterdays become our todays and our todays become our forevers (Heb 13:8).
Ave Crux, Spes Unica.