The Practice of Resurrection – I need not resign reason.
Credulity stretches thin and snaps.
A God who dies?
A divine death and triumphant resurrection?
This is the stuff of fairy tales
And history’s legends gone wild.
A creative, but desperate attempt
To grasp enough hope
To muddle through,
Myths abound and echo from one people to the next,
Everlasting attempts to assign significance
To the undeniable horrors and futilities of existence.
I hear this.
Louder than the din of fair and candid doubt,
I hear the crashing waves
Of a thousand miraculous moments.
An ocean of unbelievable and inexplicable,
A tide that surges each and every sunrise.
What do I do with the miracle of life?
An infant’s intricate design, delivery,
And precious first breath,
A heart that beats
A body that can tear
But heal from the inside out.
Balance and sustain,
Within each and every one.
That collectively examines, identifies,
Organizes, and celebrates
All the living it beholds:
Sun and light,
Moon and night,
Diverse and delicate creatures
In every nook and cranny of this sphere,
The depths of the sea
And the heights of the heavens,
More colors than my eye can see.
If these are not enough to confound,
What of the thrill of love’s first kiss,
Or faithfulness that sees a lifetime through?
What of humility and sacrifice,
Joy and laughter,
And a conscience?
In light of all of this,
And the pages we could fill
For a hundred years and more,
Is it really such a leap
To accept the idea of a Redeemer
Who intercedes and reconciles
By death and resurrection?
Must I resign and renounce reason
To walk this path of faith?
Reason and faith
Need not compete.
Two sides of one and the same coin:
A perfect paradox.
Where reason buckles,
And when faith grows faint,
And there, where the two meet,
We find joy.
We find peace.
We find this Redeeming Resurrection
kpeterson March 30, 2013