Since Moses and the people of the desert, tracing their path by the light of the cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night,
we are that people journeying towards the promised land.
But when the desert wind erases the tracks in the sand, when the oases recede and water becomes
scarce and slows the progress of us pilgrims, turn our gaze to that rock which
brings forth living water, Christ who went to the end of love.
Blessed are you for the One in whom our hope is anchored, Jesus, your Son.
Through Him we pass from death to life, starting today.