For Lazarus to rise

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

When Lazarus heard his name he took a sudden breath. With visceral trembling blood resurged. But then, as when awakening some days, he lay a moment, mired, reluctant to rise from the familiar swaddling of his death. Rising, even more than dying, there could be no return: for if he chose to stand, all he knew would then be lost.

And still now every morning, each momentary wish for healing is a risk, a wakening call to change, to choose, to leave so much behind, and be again made new.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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