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In Christ, I Rise

Posted on April 5, 2026 by Esther Hizsa

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.— Colossians 3:3 Hidden in Christ, I rise. I leave the tomb of freedom and emerge awakened to Love. For an eternal moment, I tasted the completeness, the exquisite settledness of myself … Continue reading →

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Hidden with Christ in God

Posted on April 4, 2026 by Esther Hizsa

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.–Colossians 3:3 (NIV) She is dead but not lost. She is hidden with Christ in God–consummated  whole one decomposing and becoming soil. The grain of wheat fell to the earth and died.  In the tomb of the earth, she is … Continue reading →

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In Christ, I Rise

Posted on April 3, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.— Colossians 3:3 Hidden in Christ, I rise.I leave the tomb of freedomand emerge awakened to Love.For an eternal moment, I tasted the completeness of it,the exquisite settledness of … Continue reading →

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Hidden with Christ in God

Posted on April 2, 2021 by Esther Hizsa

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.–Colossians 3:3 (NIV) She is deadbut not lost.She is hidden with Christ in God–consummatedwholeonedecomposing and becomingsoil.The grain of wheat fell to the earth and died. In the tomb of the earthshe is … Continue reading →

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Writing a Prayer

Posted on March 30, 2018 by Esther Hizsa

My friend wrote this icon. “You don’t paint icons,” she said. “You write them. You are writing a prayer. “You begin with a small brush. Then use smaller and smaller ones.” She entered the tomb with her brushes, paint and trepidation. … Continue reading →

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Christ Has Risen Indeed

Posted on March 26, 2016 by Esther Hizsa

“The Incredulity of St. Thomas” by Caravaggio, 1601-2 The Incredulity of Thomas Incredulity. Words are wasted on his impenetrable mind: “Unless I see, unless I touch.” Incredulity guards the heart seals the tomb from disappointment. “Thomas!” Voice charged, words spark. “See. … Continue reading →

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Christ Has Risen

Posted on April 19, 2014 by Esther Hizsa

“The Incredulity of St. Thomas” by Caravaggio, 1601-2 The Incredulity of Thomas Incredulity. Words are wasted on his impenetrable mind: “Unless I see, unless I touch.” Incredulity guards the heart seals the tomb from disappointment. “Thomas!” Voice charged, words spark. “See. … Continue reading →

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