Resurrection Day. A Day when we are reminded of how far the ego in us will go to destroy the life we are made for. A day when our roles as both crucifiers and crucified is liberated in the vacant womb of an empty burial grave. A day when we are to recognize the liberation from a lost life and awakened to a new, unformed and perhaps even unwelcome life.
Resurrection Day. Old and tired identities die. New, unformed and humble ones emerge in their wake. Because He Lives.
Our old conceptions of identity have been closely tied our felt need to “make life work.” The Truly Human in each one of us, the Image of God crying out, has neither desire nor intent to “make life work.” It is constantly and holistically aware of unmanageable love. Because of the incursive and ever-present love of God, it is life that makes us work and that life must spring from within us, not be imposed upon us. When we equate salvation and therefore the resurrection of our True identities with civilized compartmentalization, we not only lose ourselves, but we lose Jesus in the mix. Though we know it not, losing Jesus and losing our true selves is one in the same.
It is this need for us to be men and women of the city, people that have well-managed life, this is the need that puts the nail blasting hammer in our hands, it is also this need which puts the spear through our very own side. It is this self-managed need which is being given the opportunity to be crucified with Christ. We must lose ourselves, and by this Jesus means, our self that is self-supporting, the me-for-me presence that is upholding my well-balanced place in the world. It is this self that must die on a cross. Not the slow death of mistakes the pile up on each other, but the willful death of surrender. The surrender which says, "I am done. This is finished."
We are oh so familiar with our impulse for life to be maintained, for action to define reaction and for our impulses to arrange us successfully in the world. Our commitment so strong that we assume that Christ must want things the same way. This antecedent is our poison, and to the extent that we stay committed to it, interpret the cross by it, and work all our spiritualized efforts toward it, then Jesus becomes only one more option exemplar for man’s great dream of himself. The goodness and humanness (and by that we do not mean opposing forces, but rather one in the same force) embodied in Jesus, the Son of the Man, will not comply with the modes of successful and compliant, making-life-work living. It requires a greatness that must come from the guttural core of every human life itself, a greatness that when made manifest turns life’s structures on their heads and demands reaction from all those nearby.
This is Resurrection Day. Raised from the blood-bath of our worlds-we-made, and awakened to a world made for our living. The Resurrection Life welling within us is a life of total abandon to the universe itself making us more free than we’d dared, the kind of freedom that we have both feared and despised along the way. To go the way of Christ, we will no longer be able to make life anything, but rather life itself will make us, welling up from within as a force for beauty and truth, for the us-for-us that is the New Humanity Christ intended for us all.