So what was it that happened on the first Easter Sunday? At the time there seem to have been frantic comings and goings, wild rumours, astonishing encounters with Jesus. Later when the stories were collected and written up into our Gospels there was no hiding the fractured experience, the differing points of view. Not surprisingly, many discarded the evidence. There were sceptics then as there have been sceptics since.
But we have lived lovingly with the story. We have followed the account of Jesus’s last week, passed down in the Church over so many centuries. In our own ways we have met, listened, shared, prayed, sung, kept silence, waited. Because we know, as Jesus’s disciples have always known, how the world needs this particular moment of history. Amid our pain, confusion and uncertainty, we pass our knowledge carefully to one another, like something very precious, in our cupped hands. It has a beauty that stuns, a strength that supports and encourages, a purpose that inspires.
What happened that first Easter Day?
Life. “In all its fullness”.
Risen Lord
Open our eyes to see you in one another.
Open our ears to hear you speak,
Open our minds to your imagination,
And into our hearts
Pour your undying love.
Amen