We woke today hoping against hope that you would be alive and with us, Lord. We had wished yesterday was a nightmare, but we know now that it was all too real. Afraid and without you, our faith fumbles and we are at a loss for what to do next. Our lives are punctuated with holy Saturdays, Lord, those times when all we’d hoped for is gone. Our prayers are left unanswered. Meaning is stripped from life. Moving forward seems a cruel impossibility. Help us. Even from the grave. Help us. Huddle us together, give us words to pray, hold us through the power of your Spirit until we once again see you face to face. Amen.
