Joyful Easter. Michael and I had a great conversation about the gospel this weekend. Fifty thousand years of accumulated experience by the 70 – 100 billion Humans who have lived on this planet have led us to know at least one thing: the dead don’t return. Accepted practices for disposing the corpse and expressing grief exist in every culture. [Yes, in some cultures the almost dead were buried.] These practices remind us that the dead are gone forever. This is what we know.
The gospel of Jesus is rooted in a reality that defies that which we – the entirety of the human race – have come to know with certainty. The dead are not raised. I love the last verse of Mark’s gospel: “Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.” They ran as women in upside-down worlds.
What if what we have come to know with certainty is certain no more?
Then perhaps we should run, friends. And tremble. If Christ is risen like he said.
Happy Birthday Erica. My little girl turns fifteen on March 28. For her birthday experience [to take place when I return from Germany] she’s taking her friends to China Town. Apparently, they will all be dressing in traditional Chinese garb, dining and shopping. Only Erica. You’re right, my love. Strange is not a crime.
into the mystic…