Ground Zero: The Miracle of Me

There are miracles that split seas and roll away stones, and then there are the quieter ones — the ones God performs in the hidden places, in the hearts no one would have chosen.

I am one of those miracles.

Not because of anything admirable in me.
Not because I rose above my past.
Not because I earned a second chance.

If anything, I was the opposite —
the most wretched of wretches,
the bottom of the refuse pile,
a life that felt more like a warning than a witness.

And yet… Easter keeps happening in me.

The God who chooses the lowly has chosen even me.
The God who called Lazarus out of the tomb has spoken into my darkness.
The God who died and rose again has set His hands on my ruins.

There is a chasm between who I was —
the B.C. Joshua —
and who I am becoming through His grace.
A gap so wide I could never cross it,
a distance I could never bridge with effort or discipline or resolve.

But grace crosses distances I cannot.
Mercy builds bridges I could never imagine.
Love resurrects what I thought was lost forever.

I am at ground zero — watching, in real time, the impossible unfold:

The slow, steady transformation of my life into something new and beautiful.
Not by my strength, but by His relentless mercy.
Not by my goodness, but by His goodness poured into my wretchedness.

This is the miracle I carry into Easter:
that God did not wait for me to be worthy.
He came into the graveyard of my life,
found the man I used to be,
and began raising someone new.

And I stand here now —
not as proof of my effort,
but as proof of His resurrection power.

Christ is risen,
and He is raising this poor boy with Him.

Peace be with you & Happy Easter!
joshua