Easter Sunday: soon we will go to the car and head over the mountains to Bristol, Tennessee, where I will preach and preside at Faith Lutheran. I've preached many sermons before, but never the Easter sermon. We are doing the passage from Mark, the last part of Mark, without the verses tacked on in the second century. The women run away, amazed and terrified.
But that's O.K. They are going to Galilee, where they will tell the men what they have heard. They are going to Galilee, where Jesus will meet them. Jesus has gone ahead. Jesus has also gone back to the place where it all began. From there, the next phase of ministry will launch.
Time is short. Time to put on my Easter socks to hide my Maundy Thursday feet (such mangled toenails!) and white sandals. Time to print the sermon. Time to go, to proclaim the good news that the brutal forces of empire and hate do not have the final word.
Empire is so much more fragile than it seems. Chaos always lurks at the margins. But God has a larger vision and invites us to be part of it.
Today and every day, I hope we say yes.
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