Prayer for young adults

Father,

You raised Jesus from the dead. Not as a symbol. Not as a poem. His body came back to life. He is alive now, with real hands and real breath, at Your right hand. And because He lives, others will rise too.

I have heard a softer story about Easter. That the empty tomb is just a sign of hope. That new beginnings are the point. That story is not all wrong. But it is smaller than what Paul says. He says a dead man got up. He says death lost its power over one body, and it will lose its power over more.

This matters for the fears I carry. My body will one day stop. I will one day lose someone I love. Grief is coming, maybe soon. These fears are real. But they are not the last word, because the first harvest has already happened. The rest is coming.

So today, help me hold the resurrection at full weight. Not just as a Sunday idea, but as a fact that changes my whole week. Christ is risen. The body that walked Galilee is not dust. My own rising is not a metaphor.

Walk me through Tuesday as someone whose end is not death but resurrection. Let that truth quiet my loudest fears, without making me ignore the real grief I still have to face.

Amen.