An Easter Confession

I confess:
On this most holy of holy days, my thoughts were trained on family rather than on that miracle that shook the foundations of the earth, stretched the boundaries of human credibility and demonstrated for eternity God’s irrevocable love for His creation.

I confess:
In the rush and busyness of every day, I take that love for granted, pushing God to the fringes of the life He created.

I confess:
In the darkest moments, I have clung desperately, and victoriously, to God’s promises. But in the bright sunlight of His blessings, I too often stumble in the glare of self-pride.

I confess:
In this moment of quiet at the end of the most holy of holy days, I reflect again on that first Easter and am shamed by my nonchalance in the face of this great miracle – in the embrace of this all-forgiving love.

I pray:
Lord, teach me to live the joy of Easter every moment that I breathe.