This feast is not one of chocolate and eggs. Nor is it one of hymns and lilies or forsythia and trumpets. It is rather a feast of dynamos and awakening. Jesus strides into our hells to burst them asunder
We want to hold on, don’t we? We want our loved ones to remain present and in their bodies because we don’t want our lives changed, now or ever. Not like that. There is attachment to the way things are. But, when Jesus was on his way to whatever is next, he said, “Let me go.”
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