AND IT WAS A VERY LARGE STONE

Crossing Boulevard

with Rev. Rachel

4 AND IT WAS A VERY LARGE STONE  Mark 16

Easter is a season. Last Sunday ushered in a fifty days for something or other. So what’ll it be? I feel the resistance before I can complete question. I’m not saying it’s coming from you. I’m saying it’s an uphill move.

I have a theory. We like it when life conquers death and we can stand on the periphery and clap. We are less enthused about the new life, that, if it is to be, asks us to obey, work, lead, flounder, try again, laugh, adjust, follow, meet, cry, persist, problem-solve, create, re-create, pray, ache, apologize, cultivate...

This ‘theory’ isn’t a thinly veiled accusation of laziness. It’s born of experience— of what I know about my own condition.

Sometimes we need somebody to help with the rolling; or someone to simply notice that there is a stone before us (a very large one). Other times we need good company; or that voice, that gesture that reminds us why were pushing and why we became tomb-openers in the first place.

So, go to work this week and take the time to help another man push. Tell your co-laborer in whichever vineyard you land that you see the weight she carries and that she carries it with pizazz. To the person who invites you over or out, say yes. And be present to them.

Maybe by saying nothing or maybe by saying something, be the one who conveys: I see you. I see the offering you are making to your God and this world, and it is beautiful.

In short: Be raised with your Lord. Shake the grave clothes. If the struggle still feels like a struggle, don’t beat yourself up. Just shout “Risen Indeed!” Quit caring who looks at you funny. Expect the breakthrough.

At which point all God’s people say (at least in my imagination): On it.

UncategorizedRachel May