SHADYSIDE PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH

I wonder how many prison doors you have opened for us.  But still we remain in our cramped cells of hurt, addiction, guilt, fear, resentment, or victimization.  And yet you blew the doors to these cells wide open when you rolled back the stone to Christ’s tomb.  In him, we too have been freed.

So here we sit, complaining about being stuck in a cell with an open door.  It has got to make you slap your forehead with a holy “ay yay yay.”

Apparently we need more than freedom.  Give us also the courage to walk toward it.  Amen.