Easter Sunday
1 Corinthians 5:6-8
I tried to count the
different birdcalls I heard off my deck this Easter morning. I couldn't. I kept
getting lost in their overlay. And all together it really was a chorus. No
misplaced flats or sharps. No minors. No dissonance. The bird chorus told
only the beautiful story. The otherwise will wait.
Certainly a sacrament of
joy…
And a sacrament of
communion…
And how about a sacrament
of unity amid particulars…
And of course a sacrament
of divine creativity…
1 Cor 5:6-8
Therefore, let us
celebrate the feast,
not with the old
yeast,
the yeast of malice and
wickedness.
but with the unleavened
bread of sincerity and truth.
And I just might join
in with the birds;)
Thank you
Surrexit Christus
Alleluia
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