It’s only been a week. And we have already forgotten.
We ate our feasts and found our eggs and wore our best pastels. But now there only remains the Easter candy we bought on sale and cold ham in the refrigerator. We’ve hung up our dresses and tucked our Bibles away again. We’ll wear them each again, we’re sure. Just when is still unknown.
And that reality makes Your works all the more shattering: “You are the light of the World.”
This pitiful people, this sinful bunch of forgetful hearts and unfaithful hands. You said we were likened to a city on a hill. A city – great and immoveable, full of life and motion, giving light to the surrounding hills in the deadness of night. You say we cannot be hidden.
If we lived in darkness.
Perhaps this has been our choice.
You say “cannot” where we say “inevitable” because we see our depravity and You see Your grace.
This, too, we have forgotten.
So be our Light, God of all. Illuminate the darkened crevices of our city; give light to every inner cavity we can name, and especially those we cannot.
Enlighten us in Your holy way and let us remember the light-life of our resurrection God in us.
We pray in the name of the Easter God.
Ephesians 5:7-14, Matthew 5:14-16