The Universalist Parsonage
The story of Easter is not just another historical myth. It is not even just a matter of religious speculation of what awaits us when we die.
The spirit of Easter is a real, living presence, here with us today. The hope of Easter is for this life. It is a call to push aside the boundaries of this life. To reach deeper and gain more meaning from this life. Easter declares that, wherever death exists in our lives, there is a power of which we can become part, which can overcome it. We experience many deaths in these lives we lead. Faith tells is that we can experience countless resurrections, as well.
Resurrection can be hard work sometimes. It can be soul-wearying and heart-breaking (not to mention back-breaking) work. Resurrection never comes on the cheap. It requires the full engagement of our hearts and minds—and of our hands. Human hands reaching out to do all that needs doing. To heal all that needs healing. Human hands, sometimes, folded in prayer, seeking the help and guidance we will need to choose wisely the next moves we must make on our road toward eternity.
This Easter may we, too, stand as disciples of tireless and timeless ideals:
the ideal that life has meaning;
the ideal that life is worth living;
the ideal that love can transform the world;
the ideal that love is more powerful than even death itself.
That first Easter long ago kindled within us the miraculous ability to hope and to dream. Let us dare to hope with courage. Let us dream, and let us act, wisely and lovingly. Let us choose, here and now, our own special place on the tree of eternal life.
Elizabeth joins me in wishing all of you the choicest blessings of this Easter season.