For the lost, the searching, and the quietly curious


O risen Lord,
Your body was part of Your power,
rather than You a part in its weakness.
For this reason You could not but rise again,
if You were to die,
because Your body,
once taken by You,
never was or could be separated from You
even in the grave.
I keep Your most Holy Body before me
as the pledge of my own resurrection.
Though I die,
as I certainly shall die,
it only means that my life is changed,
for I shall rise again.
Teach me so to live as one who believes
the great dignity and sanctity
of the material frame
in which I am lodged.

Amen.

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