I've been up since four. Slept on my office couch and staggered down to the auditorium to pray. Mostly spent time at the place where I preach and at the cross praying for the hundreds of prayer requests there. At this point, I'm asking myself, "what does the resurrection say to this need, to this hurt, to this fear, to this family, to this marriage, to this lost person?" The auditorium is quiet now, and the stage decorations for Easter Sunday cast eerie shadows, but it is a peaceful place. Many prayers are rising up before the father for God to move among us and I add mine to them.
By quarter til five I'm sitting in my office with some coffee and a cold pop tart reading John 11 for the hundredth time (not really, but it feels like it). It is a powerful word...I shuffle through my notes, read some more commentaries on the passage, search a couple of key words on one of my preaching resources online, and pray: "God help me to point to the resurrection as the life that people need right now. Help someone believe on Sunday."
Now I've got an outline on my computer screen and I'm putting flesh to the major thoughts. My mind is theological mush - but I feel the prayers of those who are praying for me and I'm pressing on.