Dear, Risen Savior, Brother and Friend, Jesus,
I come to you this Sunday after Easter with a heavy heart. I like many others in this world have grown impatient. I find myself becoming angry that I can’t be with my family at church. I long for the taste of your Holy Supper – your body and blood. I wish I could be in your house to confess my sins and know that you have forgiven them.
Yesterday was a bad day for me. I’ve been reluctant to write about my real feelings, because I don’t wish to bring others down with me, but I’m tired of this isolation, social distancing and cocooning further into a life without a hug from my granddaughter, my children, my friends. I don’t want to don a mask when I go shopping. I’m afraid to go outside, because this is the worse time of year for my allergies and asthma. I fear that boredom is setting in and making me anxious and fearful. I’m angry that things are so different now.
I should know better. I should be quiet and wait for your answers. I should trust that you have this in your hands and I need not be afraid. Still I am. I wonder how much longer this will go on. Will we really be safe once it’s passed? Will our economy rebound and get back to where it once was? Will our money run out? Will we survive?
Will we remain untouched by this illness? How about those risking their lives for us by serving in the medical field, those who protect us, those who encourage and those who make church possible through electronic means.
As I ponder things, I pray that you bring calm to my heart and mind. Help me know that all things in life are part of a much greater plan. Remind me the cost it took for my redemption and that the ransom was paid by you. Make me realize the gift of another day on this planet. Thank you for your perpetual care and love for me and my loved ones. May we all rejoice in the gift of Easter and your resurrection. Let us know that heaven is waiting for us on the other side of death. You gave us victory over the grave and took away our sins. Alleluia and Amen!