Sitting here at home with a re-sutchered foot that needs elevation for a wound to heal has permitted me to quietly enter my study and read both Mark’s and Luke’s accounts of the Resurrection of Jesus of Nazereth, the Christ. The Kipping contest with eggs with our children, now nearly grown, awaits. We’ll have a mid-afternoon dinner complete with ham and much more in celebration of the holiday. But those things aren’t what this is all about.
First, for Christians or would be disciples of Christ, we are told that now, as the result of Jesus’ suffering and death on the Cross and his defeating the mortality that afflicts all humans we too are saved from death by simply believing in him. He’s taken his place at God’s own right hand. We have been forgiven of our sins, that of thinking and acting as though we were gods ourselves and did not need to pay attention to something that made us and is so much greater than we are.
We by belief in Christ are justified in that faith through the grace of God granting us eternal life with him when this one is done.
Then too we are confronted with the miraculous in a number of respects in the story told from so many pulpits in churches today. I read my text right along with them and nursed my foot. I reflected that in the Easter story that Christians have told and told again for thousands of years, we are confronted with the miraculous. On some days I believe it fully. On others, like my namesake among the disciples I wonder if the thing were as transitory as the Easter eggs and bunnies that appear this time of year.
But then I remember that God keeps all his promises. I remember how I feel even at this moment when the comforter Jesus has provided to me to walk with me in my journey of faith and essentially “buck me up” as we might say in modern times. That feeling of God’s presence in me, the sight of it in other believers, the ability to understand scriptures so much better tells me that in Christ I am living the miraculous every single day. I take too much of that for granted. I am one of God’s own children.
For those that do not believe this all seems like a child’s fairy tale. The reverses and vicissitudes of life often cause us to doubt there is any force greater than we humans to make things right here on the Earth. But in Easter we are all permitted to scratch away at the miraculous, and to experience the grace of God in its fullest form and the joy that brings if we only will simply let Jesus be a part of our life. We are knocking on that heavenly door and feeling that indeed there is something greater than we are in all that is created in the many universes surrounding us, the different planes of existence and the wonders of science reveal just how puny we are when we go it alone and apart from our God.
I choose Christ on this Easter and walk with Jesus. I probably should have him finish mending that foot before I walk too far. Fortunately the walk or faith journey I am on can be accomplished while seated and just quiet and with or without ambulatory means. God himself is overwhelming love. In keeping with Struggles for Justice and its purpose he is justice for all and forever as well. When Jesus ascended to his Father he taught that we must love one another. It was what last and most concerned him before he left us prior to his triumphant return.
Yes, indeed we are scratching away at the cosmic miraculous presence of a power greater than ourselves that we are made sensible of by the wonders of the Easter events: the Resurrection of a human being who is also God–who defeates death for us. It is just a lot to get your head wrapped around. We are on the very edge of the immortal and wonderous and overwhelming love that is our inheritance if we wish it. He has risen! Happy Easter to all readers of this blog and site.
Dr. Thomas Martin Sobottke
for Struggles for Justice