Save me, O God, for the floodwaters are up to my neck. Deeper and deeper I sink into the mire; I can’t find a foothold. I am in deep water, and the floods overwhelm me. I am exhausted from crying for help; my throat is parched. My eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for my God to help me. Psalm 69:1-3
Our Lenten Journey ends on Holy Saturday – a day of keeping vigil. Waiting… Waiting for God to help. Waiting for the pandemic to end. Waiting for justice to finally be rendered. Waiting for the walls to finally break down. Sometimes, life feels like the time after crucifixion, when it is so hard to hold on to hope and lean into the promise of a better future; when we are so tired of the struggle and we want to give up. People who have been excluded live in this waiting space constantly—afraid to hope, and terrified if nothing changes. Today, live in that space and cry out to God. Tomorrow is a new day. A new journey begins.
Prayer: 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. (Book of Common Prayer)
Tongue on Fire 