It is the bright morning of the day before Easter, and the sun is blazing so directly into the window of my study that it makes it difficult to see the screen of my laptop.Easter, so often imaged as the risen Sun. Son.
Today would seem to be a swell day for Easter. The optics are absolutely on point.
But, alas, Easter does not come according to our timetable. My Easter sermon has the working title, "Who Will Roll Away the Stone?" It makes me acutely aware that we may have two-ton boulders sitting on our hearts, but that does not mean we can dictate the moment when they will be removed.
So today is a day for waiting. (And writing.) And understanding that there are things we cannot see yet, life-things, that are going on, but they are going on in the dark.
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