“Very early on Sunday morning, as the sun rose, they went to the tomb. They worried out loud to each other, ‘Who will roll back the stone from the tomb for us?’
Then they looked up, saw that it had been rolled back—it was a huge stone…”
Has there ever been a time in our generation when we’ve needed Easter more?
Most of us have spent over a year now falling asleep to our own prayers for mercy, and waking up wondering what new headlines or social unrest or family tragedy awaits us. It should come as no surprise that statistics show we’ve as a society grown more addicted, more overweight, more depressed, and more anxious.
Lord Jesus, bring us Easter.
Vaccines are helping, but people are still fighting, numbers are still spiking, and masks are still hiding the worn down frowns of our fatigue.
God Almighty, bring us Easter.
The stones we carried before the pandemic were heavy enough. Now with twelve months more worry and grief, we’ve no margin left.
Precious Savior, bring us Easter.
Bring us the rugged cross, the plumb line of your beaten body hanging for our freedom.
Bring us the cool damp tomb, light eclipsed by the huge stone of our sin and shame and fear.
Bring us the three days of silence, of questions, of doubt.
And then, Lord, bring us.
Bring us the morning.
Bring us a dew on the roses daybreak, a stone rolling, shame shattering, death defying
To our knees. To our senses. To
Today and every day.
Take our stones away.