That day you really did move, You were looking for your disciples, You knew where to get them
And you did find them: full of fear, full of doubts, full of worries, full of self-pity, full of remorse.
You patiently helped them, Get rid of all the accumulated trash.
Then they recognized you.
Then They believed. 
There was now room for your peace, your forgiveness, you understanding, your power, your friendship. 
Lord, it is so difficult to believe good news – and I say that I believe.
Yet what really  believe in are my sins, my weakness, my poverty, my fears, my self-worth, my ignorance…
Where has my faith in you gone?
The faith and trust in you as the Savoir our Savoir who cares for us,
Who loves us
Who heals us,
Who saves us, who understands us, who forgives us, the all-wise and powerful, and ever-present , when we need you.
Help me to stop transferring Good Friday to Easter Sunday.
I keep looking for you in the empty Tomb.
Tell me: You are Risen, alive and right here with me.
Help me to believe for my own sake.

+ Gabriel Zubeir Wako
Archbishop of Khartoum