Monday, April 2, 2007

Dearest God,

Monday of Holy Week. I am conscious of the movement down a particular path. This week is the time to be spiritually alert. God is aware this is a week to be remembered, moment by moment because it is the time of Jesus, not just Lent. It is the time to be aware of Jesus' thoughts, his anguishing love for a spiritually underdeveloped people. I do not want to miss one moment with Christ this week. How I long to know his thoughts, his reservations during the final week on earth. I want to be captured by this loving web of grace.

I want to walk all week down the path to the cross. I want to grasp the importance of a life with God, with the Savior. I want to enter Easter as one who walked all week, not just a day. I want to recommit my life again and again and again. What is life without him?

Shake up my world,
Lord.
Shake loose my preconceived notions,
my short sightedness,
my narrow, small thinking.
Keep my feet in the desert
until you think I'm ready
to discover the oasis.
I need you
like never before.
Not because I'm in trouble,
but because I'm not.
I want a life with you
that carries over into
every arena of my life.
I don't want a Sunday religion.
Useless, almost.
If it's not present on Monday,
how can Sunday mean anything?
Allow me to walk with you,
Most Gracious God,
to the cross.
We'll deal with Easter later.

I love you with all my heart, Andrea