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Beyond egglaying bunnies or candy,
New bonnets and eyecatching fashions,
Easter hope goes deeper than the roots of spring flowers,
It’s more warming than April’s sunshine,
More joyful than springtime breezes.
Easter hope is more than the “something for nothing” type;
it’s the discovery of Something of great value
in the midst of life’s nothings.
Greater than the hope of “striking it rich”
by discovering gold, jewels or buried treasure;
Easter hope is discovering the wealth hidden in daily life.
Surpassing the “lottery ticket” brand of hope
– wealth for one at the expense of the many –
Easter hope offers riches to everybody,
all at the expense of One.
Easter hope’s more like a “free lunch” hope;
“Come, eat without earning; feast without fee,”
a remembrance meal of unleavened bread
that will cost you everything you are
and feed you into Eternity.
by Mary Sue Rosenberger
Good Friday we understand:
– the prison of unanswered prayer
- the abandonment of sleepy friends
– power politics and mob rule
– military callousness
– the treachery of self-interest
– clouds of doubt and storms of fear
– earthquakes of despair
– the death of innocence.
Yes, Creator God, in our own lives
we understand Good Friday.
But, God of Surprises,
Easter makes no sense at all:
– life springing from death
- a stone seal broken silently
– hope bursting out of a tomb
– women with spices and men behind locked doors
– a Risen One who calls his friends by name
– the powerful helpless and the helpless powerful
– a disappearing body and a visible Spirit
– God Incarnate recognized in the breaking of bread.
No, Mysterious God, we cannot comprehend Easter.
Grant us Your grace to believe what we cannot understand.
“My next spadeful revealed something amazing… I gingerly leaned forward for a whiff. It smelled – clean! I took a piece of it in my hand. It was crumbly. I smelled it again. It smelled like the ground after a spring rain! As I crouched there with this fragrant new soil in my hand, my mind boggled and the knowledge came through loud and clear: The Earth turns everything given to it into itself, just as my body does and all living bodies do. The Earth is a living being!”
- Julia Scofield Russell, exploring compost, in “Reweaving the World: The Emergence of Ecofeminism,” ed. Irene Diamond and Gloria Orenstein
The blooms are serious in Portland, Oregon, on Joanna’s corner.