Easter: when the story opens again

Holy Week. The time when our story – Jesus’s story of Love – comes to a climax, and then is sealed shut. Sealed shut like a stone over a tomb.

Our hopes, dashed. Our expectations, turned to tatters. Everything is over. Nothing will be the same again.

And so we wait. Wait in the everyday-ness of the everyday. Wait while we unload the dishwasher, and load it again, and pick the kids up from school, and tell them to stop fighting. Wait while we go shopping and fill up the car with petrol; wait while we put our heads in our hands and wonder how we can possibly pay the car rego this month.

Nobody expected it when it happened. They should have, perhaps – after all, it was Written. But we find it hard to believe what we can’t see.

On Sunday, something new will happen. Something unexpected will happen. Sure, it happens every year, but we have to be reminded again. Surprised again. Jolted out of the story we tend to believe, which is that death has the final say. It doesn’t. I’ll say that much for now. Come on Sunday for the rest of the story…

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