Wake Us.

It's 7:04am. The sun is just now up. The sky is just now lit.

But our streets have been busy for hours. Yes, the lights never really wet out.

We pride ourselves here:

We are innovative,

Productive,

Prosperous.

We need not sleep, so long as there is work to be done. Our offices will suffice and satisfy and when the day comes to an end, we'll carry all our worries into our beds, like a complex lover, and take a little Ambien to pacify her for the night.

At 7:04am it'll start again.

But we are a people of heavy eyes.

If You were to ask us to wait for You, we could not.

If You were to request we pray with you, we would not.

If You were to call us away to the Garden alone, we would not understand the nature of Your summons and we would insist on more comfortable turf.

As You requested the cup be taken from You, we didn't both rouse ourselves to the task.

Our spirits are will. Sometimes.

Our bodies are weak. Decidedly.

Wake us up!

Stir within the cavities of our beings a craving for more than this temporal turf. Rouse us from the sedated land of complacency and alert our heart to Your beckoning request to join You in Your suffering.

We see now Your betrayers are at hand.

We see now they are us.

Wake us!

You, the startling God.

You, the Suffering God.

You, the Grieving God.

You, the Easter God.

You.

Amen.