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A few thoughts on Easter from Martha

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Good morning, dear friends,

As the sun rose this morning while I was hiding Easter eggs in the yard for my – yes, teen-agers –  I recalled the Easter Sunday when I was twenty and I made a choice between writing a philosophy paper or spending the first gorgeous day of Spring at a brunch and an Easter egg hunt with my friends in my last year of college.  I don’t remember what grade I received for that philosophy paper, but still regret walking down that green Berkshire hill and leaving my friends behind that beautiful morning.

I remember another Easter brunch about twenty years ago.  I was sitting outside beside a lake with a new friend. He looked out at the families arriving at the restaurant after church and said “I’m a Christian, too, you know.  I think Jesus was amazing.”

I looked up.  Was?  Jesus was, or is?

He shrugged.  “Well, I mean, I don’t buy all that resurrection stuff, of course.  That just had to be a lot of propaganda the disciples made up to keep the faith going in the early years.” I smiled and put down my hot cross bun and said quietly, “So, you don’t believe Jesus rose from the dead.”  He laughed and said “Well, come on.  Nobody is dead and buried and then rises from the dead.”   That, I told him, was the point.  Nobody ever had before.  Nobody has since.  But if one Someone did, then that’s the guy I want to know.  “Well,” he said.  “I’m just not a person of faith, I guess.”  “Oh, but you are,” I said. “You have great faith.  You’re putting all your faith in the belief that Jesus died on the cross and never lived again.  You’re betting that a bunch of his friends decided to create a lovely fairy tale and chose to be tortured and crucified or stoned or executed in some other horrible way just to keep that fairy-tale going rather than back off and say, “hey, okay, I wasn’t there. I didn’t see Him.  It was just a bunch of propaganda.”   You’re counting on the possibility that a successful, educated guy like Saul gave it all up to become Paul, a prisoner of Rome, just to perpetuate the myth of his face-to-face meeting with the dead man he reviled.  You’re rejecting the chance that the Unseeable, Unmeasurable Energy that keeps your heart beating and your mind thinking and your love growing will somehow disappear into nothingness at the instant that your body dies.  You are trusting that all you know about life is all there is to know.  That’s a lot of faith, if you ask me.

In my case, my faith is pretty simple.   I just trust God.  I trust the answer I received when I got down on my knees one night and asked “Is it true? Is He risen?”  I trust the peace I have carried with me ever since.  I trust the joy I feel every Easter when I call my sisters and say “He is risen” and hear the words back “He is risen, indeed.”  Maybe my faith is simple, but I don’t believe God would make His love so complicated that only the scholar or philosopher could comprehend it. God’s love must be available to everyone or it means nothing. I think that’s called a categorical imperative. I think I wrote a paper on that once, in fact –   once, on a beautiful Easter Sunday locked away in a dorm room while the sun rose outside.

By the way, the man I had brunch with?  He prayed that prayer.  He got his answer. He was baptized a year or so later.  And then he married me.

Happy Easter,

with love from Martha


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