“Would You think me irreverent if this time I do not let you go?”

The disciples tried to make you get into the boat after you walked to them upon the waters and calmed the sea, but You sent them and their boat away . . . without You!

John lay on Your breast at dinner, enjoying the presence of the One with Whom he spent a most memorable Sabbath the night he first followed You, but now You were hanging on a tree, and in the final heaves of that once comforting chest, you said, “Son, behold your mother!” And death took You! And You were gone!

Miriam clung to you when she realized you were her resurrected Raboni, her Teacher, her Master, the One who delivered her from demons. “Don’t cling to me!” You said. “I’ve not ascended unto my Father.”

Your Disciples walked with you out to Bethany on the 40th day of the Omer. Just a friendly walk with the Lover of their souls, and then a cloud took You . . . just like that! You were gone!!

When I finally see You face-to-face;
When I bow in the presence of  Your Majesty;
When I fall prostrate before my King;
When I finally get through the throngs that will be vying for a chance to touch You;
When it’s my turn…

Please don’t think me irreverent, this time, if I don’t let You go!