Lord God,
Jesus cried out to you on the cross,
“Why have you forsaken me?”
You seemed so far from his cry
And from his distress.
Those who stood at the foot of the cross
Wondered where you were,
As they saw Jesus mocked and shamed and killed.
Where were you then?
Lord God,
We, too, ask where you are,
When there is trouble and suffering and death,
And we cry out to you for help.
Be near to us, and save us
So that we may praise you for your deliverance.
Lord God,
We wait, on Friday, for the resurrection of Sunday
And sometimes our lives seem a succession of Fridays
And we cannot see what is “Good.”
Teach us to call your name
As Jesus did.
Make us to trust in you like little children.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.
You are on point, that store has served us well…first my mum raised us with their unga,then we also do the same with our kids and our kids will buy their Unga there too.Whatever business model they used ,it worked like magic.
ucuru wa mikiyo. Tumia ndirii na muthiì and not so green maize .Make sure you have 6 inya cia ucuru …oooooh how i miss cucu wa gikuyu . May she and all my sweet Aunties rest in peace
I thought he was betrayed yesternight denied before cock crow and will be speared this afternoon and bleed blood and water after a drink of bile. A Maria, we can’t tell if it’s the mother or the Magdalene will discover the body missing Sunday but because we like ourselves a holiday we’ll celebrate the rising on Monday