God, we live in a world of Good Fridays where innocent ones suffer and the vulnerable are crushed. Our own lives are cluttered with unfulfilled dreams, deep longings, vague but persistent dis-ease. We too stand trembling at the grave, wondering where the hallelujahs are and if resurrection can be believed, much less trusted.
Lord, you have promised that if we seek you with all our hearts, we will find you. So here in this space of quiet and rest, we listen for your voice. Today, we name and offer to you the doubts and fears, the questions and disbelief that make it difficult for us to see the risen Jesus and the life he offers.
This was in the church bulletin this morning. I don't know who wrote it. I just needed to share it.