An Easter Prayer

Easter 2013

A prayer

Lord, focus my heart and help me to reflect on your Grace, not just just by cultural protocol but by sincerity. It was I who nailed you to the tree. It was I who hated you, who so quickly cried out "Hosanna!" when you were comfortable to me and shining and clothed in white and when everyone else was cheering, too. But it was also I who turned you in and denied you in a quest to save my own neck. You were scorned physically by the world and by me and separated spritually by your father, encountering wrath that I'll never know.

You know what injustice is.

I scorn you in the times when I think that certain choices have no bearing on me. I scorn you when I mock my neighbor. I scorn you when I try to amplify my ego. I scorn you in trying to be known when all the people of this world really need to see is you. These disastrous qualities alone would be enough to turn anyone else away.

Today, though, we remember that you rise. You bore hell, a complete separation from God, and yet you rise.

So I'm going to wear white and maybe a little blue, and I'm going to go on with my simple life eating cadburry eggs and then ham for dinner. Maybe I'll go for a walk, too, or more likely play a few games on my iPad.

But today and in the days following I want to reflect on your Grace. It is all-encompassing. And if it wasn't enough, Lord, like you say to David, you would have given even more. I deserve misery, but you have given me Grace, and for that my petty words are few, but my heart is yours.

Amen.