Monday, April 9, 2012


I penned this prayer-poem on a Monday after Easter Sunday

O God,
removed a day from celebrating Resurrection,
I wonder if I have yet begun to grasp
but a fraction of its meaning and power
for my life,
for the church,
for the world?

I press on presumingly,
speaking Resurrection words
but do I carry on as if little had occurred?
I got stirred up about the Empty Tomb
but how much have I changed?
I don't want Easter to dissipate into
minor adjustments,
shallow commitments,
tepid dreams.

I dare to hold to Easter faith,
to believe that on that morning
no mere rustled resettling occurred,
but a tectonic plate shifted reality
for a world without transcendence,
people without hope,
life locked in death.

Help me to explore and live the Third Day
in the face of my own doubts.
Believing you live and go before me,
meeting me in unlikely moments,
I go forward into this day,
this work,
these relationships,
your world.



  1. I think the day after Easter forces us to consider Pilate's question: since Jesus died and rose from the grave, what are we to do with him?

  2. Good point, Matt. After the relief in just knowing Jesus is alive and is there for us, what now? Does one put him on the shelf to possess and admire and polish--show off to friends? Does one use him to get what one wants or needs every now and then? Or does one actually move in sync with him and his upside-down kingom-bearing--risking labeling as radical, liberal, socialist, nut job, unAmerican, and bad for the economy? Does one welcome and follow savior Jesus as Lord?


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