"My yoke is light," Jesus

A week or so ago, weeks into the Hunger Strike, I had an experience I've never had before.

I was lugging my 50 lbs of stuff the 3o blocks to the White House, and my body was pretty unhappy.

The poster that was facing out was of Jesus carrying the cross and wearing the crown of thorns. What came into my mind, my imagination was Jesus, I saw Him covered in blood, carrying the Cross, smiling encouragement at me: "Our yoke is light, Start." His smile, with all He was carrying did it. My pain and fatigue was cut by 2/3rds. Now, I'm not Jesus, yet, but I'm trying, so in another 8 minutes that yoke was HHHHEEEAAAVVVYYYY again. But then Jesus came back to help, again. And He has come back since, too, with a bit of summoning from me.

"Do "this" in memory of me." I always, until recently thought that "this" was the bread and wine ceremony. NO! Giving our body and blood for all men, is what we are to do in memory of Jesus. The bread and wine stuff is just Jesus' reminder to us.

Our sister Nancy shared this photo that kinda captures what I felt.

Makes me cry to recall it all.

Thanks Nancy.