I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Easter Redux
Chocolate bunny carcasses abound
the eggs have been found
and eaten
sugar fueled children
have fallen into joyful slumber
pastors have busily collected spiritual brownie
points
over how many services they did
or perhaps over how many bodies filled the pews
now its Monday morning
and Easter is truly and profoundly
finished
we busily dive back into our everyday worlds
as if Christ had never been born
never lived
never died at the hands of a sullen humanity
never showed us what the Sacred can do
with death
and yet
Actually Easter is never over
every time there is an ending
every time you think you have hit a dead end
every time you feel stuck and hopeless
It is Easter time
Time to die to the old
and be raised to what is next!
time to die to hate and be lifted up into love
time to die to anger, and be lifted up into
forgiveness
time to die to fear, and be raised to confidence
in God’s love
time yes, for death to die
and for us to be raised to whatever is next
every Sunday the people of God celebrate this
pattern
of dying and rising
every Sunday is a “little Easter”
but so too
each day
happy Easter
may we all this day
experience the power of God
"eastering" in us
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