Easter: A Stitch in Time
The whole Easter thing is too profound for me: that stitch in time when the whole of creation pretty much turned itself inside out. The first Easter weekend was like the peak of history, with time shooting away eternally on either side.
I think that as God is outside time that, from God’s perspective, Easter is perpetual: Christ is always dying, always buried, always raised.
For us, though, we go through it in a linear way. Remembering it all in real time. I like to learn through the medium of words, so Easter is a bit kinasthetic for me. From palm branches to bread, wine and water – it’s all a bit tangible.
But it is a physical event that changed the world. And a spiritual event that remains a mystery.
The moment of greatest horror is when Jesus is face to face with the isolation of his position:
“My God, My God, why have you abandoned me!
There’s a paradox for any theologian! Jesus had to go it alone here, crushed with the weight of everything – past, present and future that fell/was falling/would fall/will fall short of perfection. But then:
“Death has been swallowed up in victory”
1 Corinthians ch 15 vs 54
A great bit of personification! Victory comes along like a benign monster and gulps up the hideousness of death that is completely overwhelmed.
So, here we are at our point of time, traveling through in “real time”. This historical event is in the past. And the present. And the future.
It is finished.