Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Monday, April 2, 2018


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

and Easter is truly and profoundly

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 a 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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