This is an important day on the church calendar and it’s a day when pastors earn their chops.
I always feel a responsibility to feed those who read here with solid spiritual food.
I’ve got nothing…and there was nothing in my email either.
There are days… when it feels like God has died.
Days when the darkness and sadness and stress never lift.
Days when it seems like we have believed in vain.
Days where it seems like hope is nothing more than a mirage that evaporated under the heat of the desert we dwell in…just as we thought we were going to drink from a deep well.
Days when we feel abandoned.
Those are days when we feel like a disciple…the first disciples on the first Good Friday.
We should be able to think of them more graciously as they cowered and hid after the crucifixion…they were shattered and did not understand that Sunday was coming.
They didn’t know the rest of the story.
Drink deeply today from the darkness we commemorate and the darkness you’re living.
It is fitting today to do so.
It is also fitting to pray for Easter.
Easter us, Lord…you need not wait for Sunday.
We dare pray while the darkness descends and the earthquake trembles. We dare pray for eyes to see fully and mouths to speak fully the power of death all around. We pray more for your notice and your promise and your healing.
Our only urging on Friday is that you live this as we must: impacted but not destroyed; dimmed but not quenched. For your great staying power and your promise of newness we praise you. It is in your power and your promise that we take our stand this day. We dare trust that Friday is never the last day, so we watch for the new day of life. Hear our prayer and be your full self toward us. Amen.
Make your own application…