For a long time, Easter for me meant only celebrating Jesus’ resurrection and the empty tomb. Though the power of the empty tomb that filled the women to proclaim a radical message to the other apostles still dazzles me…as I’ve grown in my faith, as I have become more curious and curiouser, perhaps as I have embraced my inner heretic, I’ve come to understand and behold the Easter story on deeper levels.
What happened and didn’t happen during those hours and days, I have no clue…what was and continues to be wholizing is that Easter is a time to embrace hope, to wrestle with the light of a new day after a dark night. The empty tomb is a testament that life will suck and be painful but as live through the bumps and bloopers we realize to our core that the ugly too shall pass. Easter reflects the pain and joy of birth and rebirth.
I am mindful that writing this in my pajamas while I sit outside enjoying the refreshing spring weather listening to birds speak through chirps overlooking a field and cow pasture–it is easier written than lived. My prayer and hope is for this not to be a hokey cliche but that whether those reading this are in a place of peace or in a place of “tombness” with its confusion, fears, self-doubts, desolation, messiness, and overwhelming thoughts of getting out of bed let alone leave the house–may I, may you, may we all remember and re-member in the pits of our guts which are soulfully deeper than our hearts that we too will resurrect.
Whether we believe in Jesus’ resurrection as fact or metaphor or something in between, may the message of new hope-filled life live in us always. May we listen to the unexpected messengers who bring us radical “truths” as we grapple with disbeliefs. Perhaps our “tombness” (either because of self inflictions or societal impositions or both) will last 3 days or 3 years, our time in the coldness and darkness of life’s tomb-like moments will pass and we too will triumphantly resurrect in our wholeness. Maybe we too will have an explosion of light that cracks open rocks and dazzles those watching…our wholized bodies and souls so awesomely awesome that we are no longer recognized because like a phoenix we have been transformed…or maybe we will just smile in a way that resonates and ripples through our bodies and lives (no other bells and whistles)…we will emerge, we will re-emerge, we will re-re-emerge…our scars from life’s many crucifixions as badges of honor that we are thrivefully here so queerfully cheer. Amen!
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