Easter

Easter afternoon
the preacher’s favorite
Ole and Lena joke

Easter morning is a beautiful commotion.  That first Easter held an empty tomb, stories told to make sense, and new life.

Our Easters, if we commemorate them, are getting ready, heading to worship, singing, and thinking what new life is God bringing now?

This year I feel nudged toward consideration of Acts 10 and the crux of Peter’s speech: God shows no partiality.  It took the gifts of dream, community, and God’s grace to get that into Peter’s head and heart.  That God regards Jew and Gentile equally is a baseline proclamation of the early church.  I think inclusion is more than tolerance, it is the way of Easter that we could be made into something new.  Think the interfaith relations among the three Abrahamic faiths, race relations, our relationships, and each of us at life’s end—Easter is the surprise that we could become something new.

The haiku above calls to mind what was customary on the frontier—people in their church and family gatherings told jokes on Easter.  Why? Resurrection people can laugh at anything.  We have newness of life.  We tell it in large and small ways on our day.

Easter afternoon
the preacher’s favorite
Ole and Lena joke

I hope I see you Sunday.
Dan