Taking a break from writing to check out the mid-day news, I'm wondering now if all the cheering and celebrating nine days ago meant anything to anyone.
Whatever our differences might be, Christians from around the world gathered and in one voice in thousands of language declared that Christ is risen!
I'm struggling, at the moment, to see that it matters to anyone. Anywhere.
We Christians are supposed to believe this is kind of a big deal. We Christians are supposed to live as if it has changed everything. We Christians are supposed to proclaim to the world that all of us are now free from sin and the death it brought in its wake.
We are supposed to live as if it matters.
Nine days later, even a quick glance at the news makes me wonder if anyone has been paying attention.
Does it matter anymore that this guy died, then was raised never to die? Does it matter that the Creator of the Universe loves us all so much that the Son came for us? Is there anything worth saving?
Would anyone go, today, more than a week after the Big Event, and stand at the empty tomb and laugh with the same joy they did that morning when the world changed?
Excuse the pity party; it seems to me we just haven't quite got it through our thick skulls that everything's different now. "Same shit, different day" seems to be the rule, regardless of the claim by Christians, once upon a time, that it just isn't so. For the moment, the mourning that had turned in to dancing has returned, leaving me grieving for us all.
Instead of, "He is risen indeed!", we Christians seem to have responded, "Meh."