March 31, 2013
Amy is contributing a series of Lenten prayers leading up to the celebration of Easter. You can read her introduction here; day 1 here; day 2 here; day 3 here; day 4 here; day 5 here; day 6 here; day 7 here.
Christ has risen!
Indeed, we cry routinely enough. Christ has risen indeed.
On this cold, pale blue morning we recite our affectionate gratitude
for Your plans beyond our expectations
for Your life beyond the grave
for Your promises beyond our hope.
The morning scene is serene enough to sentimentalize us, and for even this we are grateful.
But in the silence of this Easter morning, we hear the call of the resurrection:
the resurrection which calls to us from behind that illuminating horizon,
the resurrection which wearies our easy way of remember and startles with new anticipation,
the resurrection which grants us the holy fortitude to sing
Soon and very soon...
Yes, Your miracle life beyond the cave of death lends us the potent reminder this morning that we, too, await resurrection:
the resurrection which will call us to the sky,
the resurrection into rest for our weary souls,
the resurrection which will grant us the ending of the tune, retiring the language of "soon" and replacing it with the vernacular of the heavenlies.
Soon. Oh that it would be very soon.
That You would rend the heavens! That You would come down!
We have yet to see an act like that.
But we have heard tales of one.
And that Friday-Sunday act gives us hope.
Come and be Eastered among us until we are raised with You.
Until then, we will watch the horizon.
And we will hope better this time.
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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