In a sophisticated world, how can anyone believe the events of Easter? Here are a few of my thoughts as to why I do.
Why should it be so odd that Creator meets us where we are? That he should want to show up and, say, “Here I am!” and walk and laugh with his creatures?
Why should it be so surprising that while crowds flocked to touch him, some people didn’t like him? That they could no longer pretend to be him? That they would kill him?
Why should it be so strange that Creator would allow himself to die? That he would say, “I could kill you. Except that I love you. Do your worst.”
Why should it be so unbelievable that Creator of life is not a friend of death?
That he would explain, “I have come to give you a full and flourishing life?” That the Generator of all breath regenerates, refreshes, renews, resurrects?
It is surprising that we are so cynical that we cannot entertain the idea that Creator might be beyond the capacity of our mind to do what we would have done: Wrecked the place. Taken everything.
Hear him today in the song of the birds, the whisper of the wind through the trees. Sit with him awhile, he who knows you so well. Talk about your joy and your darkness. He is not afraid of these.
He has shown his face and it is love. His wounds are healing. His breath is life.
This is Easter.
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