Waiting for Sunday

Asking for grace to wait and hope.

Tombstone in the dark of night

O God, Creator of heaven and earth: Grant that, as the crucified body of your dear Son was laid in the tomb and rested on this holy Sabbath, so we may await with him the coming of the third day, and rise with him to newness of life; who now lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

The Book of Common Prayer, 221

For those of us who have taken the witness of the Gospel to heart it is sometimes difficult to put ourselves in the place of those first believers. They did not know, could not know what was to be revealed. Perhaps they hoped. Perhaps they thought they understood what Jesus was saying. But, the brutal events of arrest, condemnation, crucifixion, death, and burial in the tomb, not to mention the fear that they could be next to experience it all, had to be hope-crushing and heart-breaking.

Still, we do have some understanding of the darkness of this in-between day. Often we wait in a “not-knowing tension”. Not knowing if the biopsy will reveal a cancer. Not knowing if we will get the job for which we have interviewed. Not knowing if this person is our life-partner. We have hopes. We struggle with understanding and meaning-making. But, we don’t really know what tomorrow will bring. These experiences connect us with our ancestors. We wait. ~Fr. Dan

Be well. Do good. Pay attention. Keep learning.

Image: Christ Church of Oak Brook, IL

Author: Daniel Rondeau

I am a husband and father and an Episcopal Priest (from the Diocese of San Diego; "Retired" due to illness).

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