Christian history reaches its crescendo point in the Resurrection of Jesus. The risen Jesus is the final revelation of the heart of God—a God who teaches love rather than hate, forgiveness rather than blame, nonviolence rather than violence … There is nothing to be afraid of in the risen Jesus. We have in him the perfect icon of a God who is safe and a universe that is safe. We have a God who does not blame, does not punish, does not threaten, does not dominate. We have a God who breathes forgiveness … Jesus invites us to relational or spiritual power, where we are not just changed but transformed. And not transformed from the top down but from the bottom up, not from the outside in but from the inside out. Transformed into God. We see in Jesus the divine being who is also the perfect human being. Jesus comes in a human body to show us the face of God, the One who is eternally compassionate and eternally joyous, who stands with us in our sufferings and our joys …
— Richard Rohr, O.F.M. (excerpt from Transformed by Easter). Franciscan priest and author of Immortal Diamond: The Search for Our True Self.
Warm, loving greetings, dear friends! Even as I type this greeting, the ever-present question arises: What is love? Can we really define it? Is it necessary, or even desirable, that we do so? It isn’t really possible, is it? Love is something we can feel or aspire to be, but it doesn’t lend itself easily to the kind of definitions our reason-driven culture seems to demand. While it isn’t possible to define love, I am drawn to Carl Jung’s juxtaposition of love and power: “Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.” Perhaps it would be fruitful to take this idea into our Silence and listen for a deeper understanding that might be revealed.
— Anne Strader (via Friends of Silence)
Easter. The grave clothes of winter
are still here, but the sepulchre
is empty. A messenger
from the tomb tells us
how a stone has been rolled
from the mind, and a tree lightens
the darkness with its blossom.
There are travellers upon the road
who have heard music blown
from a bare bough, and a child
tells us how the accident
of last year, a machine stranded
beside the way for lack
of petrol, is crowned with flowers
— R.S. Thomas (via connexion)