One of the strange things about being a pastor serving the Church at a council of churches is that I don’t have responsibilities to one particular congregation as their pastor. No one invites a guest preacher in for Palm Sunday or Easter. Yet, I have lovely vantage point to observe and pray for all those who serve this week. Take this as an offering and sign of my regard. You are in my prayers.
Gracious God,
We stand below, eyes raised to Golgotha again, waiting. Our people, our families, our bodies inconvenience us with sickness and death in these days. Our machines fail. Tempers short. Our spirits wither and fray like palm fronds bent too far.
Lord, have mercy.
We have been here before, Lord. Your people have always been here. Generation upon generation have stepped forward, turned around, and lifted up their hands. But we turn, and dust comes from our mouthes.
Christ, have mercy.
If You will it, a sip of water from our kitchen sink could restore us. You sympathize with our weakness. Prod us again to approach the throne of grace with boldness. Lift drooping hands, strengthen weak knees. You have appointed us for such a time as this. Restore us.
Lord, have mercy.
Every year You rise. Every Sunday You rise. Every morning, You fill our lungs with breath and made like Him, we rise.
Raise us up again, O Lord, to climb this hill you have set before us.
Amen.
RevEverett 
Thanks Laura, that made my morning.
Amen. Thank you.
I really appreciated this–many thanks, and peace and grace to you!