Year A - Easter Vigil or Hopeless Hope Vigil
April 19/20, 2014
There is no question that I am a valley of dry bones. No matter from what perspective, I am very dry. No more ranting sweat. No more sad tears. Dry. Dry.
Lungs dry. Breath dry. Skin dry.
It is not Jesus who has gone AWOL (Absent WithOut [my] Leave), it is I who have been buried by my expectations, my loss of privilege, my claim of dominion.
Can these bones live again? Well, I don’t know and neither do you. Perhaps there is only a decision to not go AWOL (Absent WithOut [my] Life).
Eyes, so dry, blink for relief, blink again, clouded sight, blink and blink and blink some more. Maybe. Maybe.
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