It has taken years to sort through the significance
if there is any of being notified on Easter Sunday that Bruce’s body had been identified. The FDNY didn’t officially come until Easter Monday night but the Easter Sunday telephone call told the news. A middle of the night telephone call 10 days before had informed me that he was found. That same telephone call stated it could take up to 6 weeks to identify him so I hadn’t told my girls. Why Easter Sunday?? Why on the day when the story was about no body was I telling my daughters their daddy’s body had been found. We never expected there to be a body. This was out of the blue. This was a wound being ripped open. This was a difficult time. This made no sense…
At the time (April 2002) something in me knew there was something significant but I couldn’t verbalize it or even think it through but there was a sense that I was missing something. Years past and slowly or maybe it was actually suddenly, it clicked. Whether Bruce’s body was found or not, my hope in eternity is based on the belief that there was no body on Easter Sunday. My hope that I will see my husband again is based on “nothing less than Jesus blood and righteousness.” So Bruce’s body being identified on Easter Sunday was a reminder that Jesus is my hope and my salvation. Jesus was Bruce’s hope and salvation.
“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1
My prayer this Easter weekend is for the families of September 11, of the Malaysian airliner, of the Great East Japan tsunami, for all families who have never had any human remains identified that they may know faith, hope and love.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13