Proclaiming forgiveness
Easter 3B | Luke 24:36b-48
Here we are! Once again we gather in the light of the resurrection. None of us floated away. Or ran away. We can marvel at the glory of God and in this marvelous creation.
This week’s eclipse did not disappoint. The sky grew dark, the air chilled. Maybe, like mine, your heart stopped a second there. The birds chattered. In our neighborhood, we heard hoots and hollers, sounds of joy and celebration.
Then we watched the sun return with that odd sense of brightness and shade mixed together. How could it feel bright and also dark at once? Wasn’t that strange? Not unsettling exactly, something short of that. But more than curious. Like a sense that it isn’t supposed to be bright when it looks this dark. Or else, not so dark when the sun is bright. Like the dark of dusk but the brightness of three in the afternoon.
Maybe your brain doesn’t get locked into loops like that. Or maybe you have ways of dealing with it. Like, Ope, here comes the scratch in the record, let me just lift that needle…
I dwelled on that for an hour. Until it was normal. The regular sky. And I could pretend it was always just like that. Almost like it didn’t happen.
What we do when our brains get stuck, though. When we’re trying to figure it out. And it doesn’t quite fit. It’s a thing, isn’t it? …
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