In the reading from First Corinthians from this week, the final line is one that resonates: “The last enemy to be destroyed is death.” I am aching for Easter. I am ready for some solid resurrection. It is time. It is past time. It is more than time.
In the last few days, the people of the Ivory Coast, Turkey and Belgium have suffered attacks at the hands of those who have declared innocents their enemies in the name of religion, or power, or control, or chaos, or beginning the end. Civil wars, gun violence and economic oppression continue to fuel destruction, displacement and despair across the globe. This week, there will be people grieved and mourned whose lives were cut off too soon, whose promise had only begun to show, whose potential had only begun to be seen, let alone reached. And we prepare for a celebration of resurrection not only because it’s a liturgical date set by a lunar calendar, but because saying “Christ is Risen,” we defiantly and definitively set ourselves against the powerlessness and hopelessness of death.
Because death will be destroyed. There will be a day when we teach war no more, when we take the weapons and mindset of war and destruction and turn them into tools for feeding, leading and teaching all people with justice and grace, in peace and celebration. And we start today.
As said in the sermon on Palm Sunday, “Hosanna” means “Save now.” The time for radical love is now. The time for ridiculous abundance is now. The time for resurrection—wherein we no longer live in the shadows nor allow them to have power through fear and hatred is now. And so we will break bread together on our knees. So we will participate in Jesus’ hunger and his thirst. And we will say, wholeheartedly and boldly, in solidarity with all people who need, who seek and who are in the resurrection, “Amen and amen. Christ is Risen.”
I look forward to seeing you Sunday.