Despite the biblical stamp of “world without end,” it’s very hard to imagine that truth when you examine the events that unfolded weeks ago, as we contemplate the scary prospect of re-assimilating into society as scarred survivors who barely survived the unsurvivable.
But let’s be honest, if Jesus Christ who gave his life by submitting to the goriness of being nailed to the cross, randomly appeared on a fluffy white cloud to triumphantly hail his second coming, we would absolutely greet him with resounding applause and relief.
Why on earth wouldn’t we readily accept the glowing imagery of Christ-in-the-flesh particularly during a this season of unfathomable upheaval?
We are embodying the verses that light up The Book of Revelation, advanced by over-zealous zealots with dusty halos, and the gluttonous will to survive through the criminality of in-person church attendance or streaming currency.
As this global epidemic continues to send daily reminders of how life can become death in an instant, the solemn reverence of the ultimate sacrifice for mankind, that plays out in centers of chaos and peace, where masked superheroes jump into action without capes or kryptonite, rightfully deposits pending queries.
We have to contend with the weirdness of Easter and why it’s not the holiday of all…
