Holy Saturday

God is dead, and we have killed Him, but with our virtue more so than our vice.
We have killed Him with our efficiency.
We have killed Him with our dedication to our jobs.
We have killed Him with our responsibilities.
We have killed Him with our perpetual busyness.
We have killed Him every time we refused to stop to talk because we were late for an appointment.
We have killed Him every time we promised to be in touch soon.
We have killed Him because we were trying to stay on schedule.
We have killed Him with our calendars.
We have killed Him by always planning for tomorrow.
We have killed Him because there simply wasn't time.

Comments

  1. But now it is Sunday, and He is Risen! And so our sins are forgiven, and we shall have eternal life.

    This morning I cried and cried in church during the last hymn because I was so happy. Honestly, I felt like Margery Kempe, and my older son was at once confused and, I think, possiblly appalled, even as he hugged me and held my hand. But it was amazing to experience such joy and love, from my family and from God. I hope you too had a joyous Easter!

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