We’ve forgotten that you’re not stuck.
When we get stuck or muddled, or confused, we think you must be too.
We think you’re out of ideas again.
We think you’ve left us.
We think you must have forgotten.
We think our fear means your absence.
We think our stress means you’ve finally gone for good.
We think and that’s part of the problem.
We’ve thought ourselves into a place of fear again.
You tell us to pray but we’d rather sit in our fears.
You tell us to ask but we’d rather complain to our fellow travelers.
But it’s here you meet us.
It’s here we learn you’re an acting God not some flimsy paper cut out.
It’s here we learn you’re a listening God not a lecturer that just likes the sound of their own voice.
It’s here we remember, if you give us the grace, that you’re here with us.
And that’s what we need God. We need a with us God.
We need you to feel our doubts and make us feel your hands.
We need you to touch our fears and make us touch the empty tomb.
We need you here.
May we remember that you are.
May we remember that you know and hear and see.