We draw near to Maundy Thursday. It lurks nearby like an unwelcome reminder of your death. It is a celebration, yet a heartbreaking one we see through veils of tears, knowing the end of the story but hating the way we get there. Death lurks over every word we say today and tomorrow.
Remind us once more of the life we have in you. Console us with your grace, and always point our vision towards the empty tomb, towards Easter, towards your amazing and all-powerful love.