No, not s…acred. A four letter profanity that the monkey in me wants to throw through the cage bars and daub on the wall. But out of a residual rankle of disgust at profaning the sacred, two evolved genetic opposed moral taste receptors in one, I won’t. Even though I’m not profaning the Resurrection of The Saviour Elect, that Christ is Risen, the only warrant we have for the transcendent, for purpose, for life after death. I’m profaning the inadequate second rate imagining of that. Any version of the Resurrection that is not fully inclusive of all humanity having died and been raised to glory, elect for salvation in the Elect Saviour.
I watched The Mauritanian last night and was in tears for most of it it felt like. Just weeping silently trying not to let my wife see. Following on from my envy at Outside The City.
Disconnected? Not in the slightest.
My wife wants the Resurrection to be true, but cannot stand the excluding hubris of Easter.
Will even Francis [I not Collins!] include all humanity today? Without caveat? Without an implicit ‘Yeah but…’? The Anglican communion won’t, along with the vast majority of the Reformed here, who struggle to reach let alone grasp universal salvation, eternal life for all. Who cannot see it in Paul let alone Jesus.
This day should be the best day of the year with Christianity reaching out to every Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Confucianist, Jew, atheist, other, neighbour at every level and saying ‘Happy to be risen with you in Christ friend. God bless you, is there anything we can do together, do you need any help, any help at all? Can we start again? Can we deconstruct and reconstruct together?’
The day that happens is Resurrection Day.
Today isn’t that.