Alive
Today is a joyous day of life, love, and hope. It’s desperately needed, as our world has never been more parched of life, love, and hope. And today, on Easter Sunday, when we’ve never been more dehydrated of what keeps us alive, Jesus invites us to drink out of the firehose. We need to never forget how revolutionary Easter is. We need to never allow ourselves to grow complacent, to go through the motions, to come here because mom told you to but passively hear the same story you’ve heard many times. As if resurrection is old news. It’s ancient news, from our beloved ancestors. From our sister, Mary Magdalene, lovingly preserved so we would never forget. But old? The resurrection never gets old. We need it now more than ever. Because we live in a society where we spend most of life digging ourselves a grave, fully expecting that someday we’ll either stumble in, or get pushed in by someone or something else. It’s downright countercultural to stand here and proclaim otherwise. ...