Second Sunday of Easter
I too would want to examine the flesh. What if the others had missed something? I have my own questions. If I am to believe it must meet my own
criteria. I am no fool.
The story of Jesus’ resurrection must become real and
fleshy and experience-able. It is easy
enough to see it in the lives of others…the addict who is returned to
wholeness, the “black-sheep” of the family returned to the fold, the
cancer…dare I say ‘cured,’ the broken marriage healed and given new life. But the challenge is for me…right now! What darkness in my life, what hidden
dysfunction/pathos/sin have I been “locking behind doors in fear?”
This Easter story of risen-ness and new life must jump off
the page and speak to me. Call to
me. Challenge me. Change me.
NOW!
I love this from the poet Rilke:
"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love
the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written
in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given
you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live
everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without
noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
--- Letters to a young poet
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