“That love, expressed in forgiveness on the Cross, is the heart of ‘atonement.’ Jesus’ life and death were above all a witness, there for us each day, each hour, showing the cost of pride, of arrogance, and greed.”
What if we could all do this on Easter Day? What if we could all place a daffodil on the grass, lots of them, six feet apart? What if, on the grass of the the parks of our little village, we could spread daffodils marking six-foot-squares? And what if, in the parks by our seas, we could all gather on Easter Day in a Creed-free Zone? Silently? Socially-distanced but together. Do I mean to annoy liturgists? No. It’s just a side-benefit.
Post-temple Jews continued to gather in synagogues, but I have always been fascinated by the way the primary altar of Judaism shifted to each and every home. Think of it, Christians: the high holy day of Passover is celebrated in the home! I often joked with clergy colleagues, “What if we told our people that there would be no Christmas or Easter services at church? What if we told them to celebrate at an altar in their own homes? They would run us out on a rail.”
“While I did not expect love to be the overriding emotion this past week, surely enough it was. Love for myself, love for those close to me, love for those I’ll never know but hope will be well. Just as strongly, I felt loved. Loved by those I see and speak to. Loved by a God of Grace.”