Gracious God, we confess that we think

Gracious God, we confess that we think of Easter as the springtime holiday rather than the mystery holiday, the hope-time holiday, the now-its-up-to-us holiday. We’re more at home with bulbs and bunnies than mortality and resurrection. We confess that were afraid to talk about death and we avoid those who are dying or leave their tender care to others. We confess that sometimes we engage in personal and community behaviors that are life-denying. Sometimes we let thing die—hopes and dreams, relationships, communities of faith—because we aren’t willing to claim your tomb-opening power. Accept…