The stories of the Phoenix, Theseus, Dionysus,
Persephone, Osiris, Quetzalcoatl, Jesus
all have a common thread:
death will not conquer and life is victorious,
and hope does not need to be forlorn.
But in our choosing to claim
the story of Jesus and Easter morning
we find an uncommon element—it isn’t only the hero,
the god, who can rise—we can too.
As Jesus rose so have we risen with him.
Here is hope, here is a story worthy of our faith,
here, this Easter Morning,
as a prologue to forever,
we stand one with Christ.
It is always a choice to believe in hope over fact.
For many it is hard to step aside
from the prevailing stories of science and history
and make the choice to believe in the
outrageousness of an empty tomb—
more like impossible.
The story is there to believe
or not believe.
But if we chose to believe this story
we have chosen to believe in hope
and that God’s love wins out
over all odds
and even over common sense.
Should we choose to believe.
Questions and creeds…
Are our creeds built upon our questions?
Do we face the reality of the
with nothing but questions,
and design implacable creeds of
belief to hold back the darkness of an unfathomable,
and infinite eternity,
and to quiet the gibbering of terror
we sense deep in our mind and souls?
do we stand in the mystery of this GREAT UNKNOWN
at peace with our unknowing
and find succor in
what we cannot know,
and discover hope in the mystery itself?
into the dark and empty eternity
of space and time,
do we hear echos of hope?
Lifting our palms
to the infinite immensity of the cosmos
do we glimpse signs of grace?
Peering into the eerie darkness
of a tomb
can we sense our own selves looking back
that have witnessed wonder?
How do I take my unknowing,
my dim awareness,
my feeble sense of the sacredness and divinity
in the glimmer of stars and hearts and waters and life
and write a creed
proclaiming a truth to which I can
declare my allegiance?
There is a leap to be made,
a connection to be formed,
a silence so loud
that it begs all questions,
and a word that compels all words,
and this is my creed:
Love can be trusted,
and Love saturates
even the worst fear and coldest night
and within the immensity that is time itself,
Love wins out over all doubt!
We are all so hungry,
and there is a need,
so deep within us,
that we are hardly aware
of it most times.
Yet it is the cause of our cravings,
our fear of loss, of lack, of poverty,
and our terror of the darkness of our loneliness,
and at the heart of the wisdom we seek.
it is out of this hunger and its attendant fear
that God asks us to feed others.
Out of our fear
we are to offer courage.
In our loss and lack
we are to provide in abundance.
In spite of our rapacious appetites
we are to teach satiation.
Ironically, our poverty
is to be our vehicle to offer others wealth.
In our darkest times
we are to be lights to the world.
If you think this is crazy, it is.
If you think it is all backwards, you bet.
If you think that reaching deeply
into the heart of our
and offering generosity
is backwards from the way we have been taught,
you had better believe it.
But thus is our God:
that God’s expectations have nothing
to do with the common knowledge
with which we are daily surrounded.
And it is through living into this expectation
that we will discover the true wisdom of God.