Easter can be a challenging time for progressive Christians. We have let go of much of the traditional Christian doctrine that contains the answers to Big Questions, but the questions themselves remain. What happens when we die? Is there anything else and if so, what? What form are we in? And how was that any different, if it was different, for the extraordinary spirit person that was Jesus? We undoubtedly each have our own answers, which then influence how we read the stories of the first Easter morning. Enduring stories usually have some kernel of truth, however much they have been elaborated on over the years. Something happened to Mary Magdalene and the disciples on that first Easter morning, something they couldn’t explain. What do you think?
In between the Cross and Rising,
In between our grief and light,
Lie the tombs of hibernation,
Times of inner healing’s might.
Love one another as I love you all;
In others’ needs hear my insistent call.
I bid you wear with me love’s seamless dress,
Welcome the outcast from the wilderness.
Close your eye and relax.
It’s dark. It’s silent. You are limp, unmoving.
You were defeated, destroyed, ruined: crucified, dead, then buried.
