Mysterious One,
We sit now before the open tomb.
You have done the inexplicable.
The world is not as we thought.
In the silence of the garden,
our humanity – our grief, anxiety,
our hopes, and confusion – swirl about us.
[SILENCE]
As we sit in the garden of deep feelings,
help us tend to that which requires weeding.
Forgive us our failure of imagination,
and the inability to perceive you right before us.
Speak our name, Divine One.
When all we understand is a stolen body,
call our name, Incarnate God.
Rabbouni! Teach us! Guide us! Lure us!
Show us the way to do justice,
open us to loving our neighbors faithfully,
while walking humbly as your disciples.
Place the names of the forgotten,
on our tongues and hearts.
[SILENCE]
As we return to the world
of greed, hatred, violence,
of power-seeking, and selfishness,
In-courage us to to love and
do justice in every moment.
Resurrection is possible,
disciple us into making it so.
Amen.
Tim is a runner, a hiker, a devoted husband, a father of two adult children, and their spouses, and a grandfather of four perfect children. A former early childhood educator, Tim is an ordained minister in the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ). He has served as pastor of both Disciples and United Church of Christ congregations. As we enter what we hope is the final phase of the pandemic, Tim is beginning a journey of rediscovering himself and discerning next steps. He writes from his home in Albany, Oregon and wherever the Spirit lures him.
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