Joyful Easter. 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. In some cultures even the almost dead were buried to protect their transitioning spirits from the snares of demons. The whole world in every time and place have known the reality of the final transition.
The journey to the land of the dead is permanent. Once the living pass over, they are gone forever. The dead do not return. This universal knowledge binds all mankind together at a primal level. This is what we know.
The gospel of Jesus is rooted in an event 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 understated conclusion 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.”
What if what we have come to know with certainty is certain no more?
Run, friends. Tremble.
Things are not as they seem.
See you in the Mystic….