I hear the very stones cry out, just as you said they would, “Blessed is the kind who comes in the name of the Lord!”  Even the stone that sealed your tomb is rolled away and proclaims a wondrous mystery.  Instead of being an immovable testament to your death, it has become an indisputable witness to your resurrection.

The burial cloths come alive to declare your victory.  How tightly those garments of death bound Lazarus when you summoned him from the grave!  They clung to him and would not release their grip until you spoke these words, “Untie him”.  But death had no hold on you, Lord.  You broke free in a great burst of light and left the burial cloths tidily behind.

There in the tomb with Peter and the beloved disciple, your Church fixes its gaze on those discarded trapping with wonder and amazement.  These cloths invite me to believed that my Redeemer lives.  They urge me to stake everything on your  mercy and your promise of eternal life.

Loving Savior, because of you, a cruel instrument of death now speaks to me of life.  By your cross, you have destroyed the enemy and flung open the gates of salvation.  Its light shines out, in our churches, in our homes, in hospital rooms, in the rubble of warfare, and in every dark and dreary place, proclaiming life to anyone who puts their faith in you.

So many transformed lives!  So many signs of victory!  Each one, in its own way, speaks to me of you.  Help me to look, listen, and believe so that in my own way, I too may become a sign that speaks of you to the world.

-word among us

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