All posts tagged: Resurrection

Dying to Christ

“In that day, says the LORD, courage shall fail both king and princes; the priests shall be appalled and the prophets astounded.” Then I said, “Ah, Lord GOD, surely thou hast utterly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, `It shall be well with you’; whereas the sword has reached their very life.” My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent; for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war. Disaster follows hard on disaster, the whole land is laid waste. Suddenly my tents are destroyed, my curtains in a moment. How long must I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet? “For my people are foolish, they know me not; they are stupid children, they have no understanding. They are skilled in doing evil, but how to do good they know not.” I looked on the earth, and lo, it was waste and void; and to the heavens, and they had no light. I …

Tales from the Crypt

I spent Easter in a cemetery. No, I wasn’t exactly visiting the graves of my blood relatives. Nor was I trying to get a part in an episode of CSI. I was at Mass—the Easter Vigil to be exact. Out in the far right corner of the Archdiocese of Mobile, Alabama is a town called Holy Trinity. There, a little Catholic community founded by the Trinitarian order has a parish church. The Trinitarians also have three cemeteries on their grounds—one for the sisters, one for the priests and brothers, and the one for the public. On Holy Saturday night, I found myself, along with 40 parishioners, there in the public cemetery, standing somewhere between the living and the dead. I’d like to tell you about some of the people buried there as well as how we celebrated the Resurrection of Jesus in their midst on that night. Here lies Leon Domingo—a 23-year-old African American from Jersey City, a former soldier. He rests here after being falsely accused of raping and murdering a White girl in …

Called and Sent Forth

The temptation of Easter for the regular churchgoer is to forget that the resurrected Jesus remains the crucified Lord. On the Third Sunday of Easter, we find ourselves confronted with Christ’s wounds of love bathed in resurrected light. In Acts, the Apostles are brought in before the Sanhedrin because they have been testifying to all the nations that Jesus Christ, though violently murdered, is now risen from the dead. Christ has been rescued from the darkness, joining with the Church in song, “I will praise you, Lord, for you have rescued me” (Ps 30:2). To publicly share that the power of the state is weakness compared to God’s dynamism is to risk suffering “dishonor for the sake of the name” (Acts 5:41). The Book of Revelation notes that this supposed dishonor is what gathers together the heavenly city in worship: “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches, wisdom and strength, honor and glory and blessing” (Rev 5:12). All those washed in the blood of the Lamb abide in the heavenly …

Time to Believe

Those struggling with religious doubt often believe it would be easier to have faith if they had been witnesses to Christ’s Resurrection. If only they had encountered the risen Lord along the road to Emmaus. If only they had seen the burial clothes in the empty tomb. Yet, on the Second Sunday of Easter, the Church deals with the presence of disbelief even among the first disciples. Locked away in a room on the Sunday of the Resurrection, Jesus dwells in the midst of the disciples, offering them peace. It is God’s very peace, the sudden irruption of life out of death. This peace is present in the power of the Holy Spirit, now given to the once scattered disciples through the breath of the risen Lord. Of course, as we all know, Thomas is absent. He cries out, perhaps in frustration, perhaps in sorrow, perhaps with a heart immersed in doubt, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nail marks and put my hand …