5th Sunday of Lent; a meditation on John 11:1-45 and Ezekiel 37:12-14
Lord, I must confess that there are times when I feel deader than dead.
It feels almost like there is no hope of resurrection and like the dry bones you showed Ezekiel, there is no hope.
Like Lazarus, I feel almost as if you don't care because it's been four days since I died and there has been no word from you.
I am bound and shut in a tomb and there is no way out.
But even then I believe!
I believe your words to Martha that "Your brother will rise again!"
Even when it feels like the devil has won and there is no life left, I know that your spirit is at work and you are driving the darkness far away from me.
Speak your word of life so that I may rise again.
Like the butterfly who seems dead but struggles out of the cocoon to gain its wings for flight, I embrace every struggle that comes my way.
Speak your word of life so that like the dry bones, I may live again.
Like Lazarus, your word brings me to life and at your order, the cloths that bind me are taken of.
Speak your wors of life that I may live again.
Angela Azumah Alu
22/03/26
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