Easter Sunrise, 4.8.12
Mark 16: 1-8
One of the wonders of the social media age,
is that so long as wisdom is less than 140 characters,
it comes to us easily.
Here's a bit, that has come to me often this week
from Clarence Jordan, a theologian and activist:
“The proof that God raised
Jesus from the dead is not the empty tomb, but the full hearts of his
transformed disciples. The crowning evidence that he lives is not a vacant
grave, but a spirit-filled fellowship; not a rolled-away stone, but a
carried-away church.”[i]
It’s a
lovely sentiment, which resonates with me,
in many many
ways.
The only
problem, and it’s a significant one,
is that I
don’t always feel spirit-filled or carried away,
or that my
heart is full.
Sometimes
I’m tired.
Or grumpy.
Or angry or
despairing.
Maybe you
are too?
And when I
am,
the idea
that the hope of the resurrection rests in me,
in us,
isn’t
joyful.
It’s
burdensome.
And thus,
even harder to grasp,
grumpy, and
tired as I already am.
Speaking of
which,
it’s cold
out here, isn’t it?
It’s kind of
dark still,
wasn’t this
supposed to be a sunrise service?
I thought
spring was supposed to be coming…
And what’s
with all these barren trees,
and brown
plants,
Who planned
this service?
But of
course,
spring is
coming. The sun is rising.
We know it
is, even if we can’t yet see it or feel it.
And,
love is
working in us,
even if it
doesn’t feel that way.
Our hearts
are full,
God is
working,
Christ is
risen.
Even when
we’re sad, mad, tired or grumpy.
Thus, we can
have faith,
take heart,
and be
hopeful.
Because what
we are,
is free.
Free to
engage with a world which is truly troubled.
Free to
love,
as best we
can,
as deeply
and radically as we can.
Because God
is already at work in us.
Love is
already at work in us.
This is the
hope of the resurrection,
and the
proof that it is real.
Because we,
these
disheveled, troubled, tired people,
are called
forth to something so great,
and not left
to do it alone.
Christ is
risen.
Spring is
coming.
Love is
already working.
Even if we
don’t always feel it.
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