One day something different happened among us. Two thousand years later, this world is still trying to figure it all out. An obscure Hebrew spiritual teacher without credentials, from the obscure and tragic land of Palestine, was hung on a Roman death cross because he disrupted the political/religious order of things. There is nothing different here, nothing new. Then, out of the blue, all that resurrection talk began. The whispers permeated the known world. Does dead not mean dead?
Maybe, maybe
not. If you or I had a still heart and no brain activity, certainly we would be
pronounced dead, given a number and a ride to the crematorium. End of story,
well, maybe, maybe not. Does dead mean dead, is death an ending or a door?
This is the
question of every time? It was the question that haunted our world two thousand
years ago and haunts us to this very moment. After all the supposed human progress,
the gargantuan libraries in the sky and all the scientific advancement that has revolutionized our world, still we ask, does dead mean dead? The question has no answer in this world, only
opinions.
Most of us
avoid asking the question, let alone posing an answer. Some of us just file
away someone else’s answer and walk on doing our own thing. Forget about what
is on or in the next room, in our time, only one question bothers us, does dead
mean dead? Forget the macho bravado stuff, all the denials, death as an ending,
bothers us.
Shall we
take Easter for what it is? Easter is one day in our limited world, a day to
celebrate the, "maybe not"! Party on!
G. Goslaw
Landers, Ca.
