For thirty-six hours, God walked away and left humanity to dangle in its notorious decisions.
Long ago, from six o’clock Friday to six o’clock on Sunday morning, the conclusions derived by the honoring of religion, the promotion of politics and the inclusion of jealousy reigned supreme on the Earth.
In the process, a hapless lamb was slaughtered so that a less-than-noble tribe of Bedouins could believe they were special because their ancestors had the fortitude to escape Egypt.
A governor of Judea slinked away to Caesarea to spend a quiet weekend with his wife, only to discover that she was enraged because he had failed to take her dream into consideration when judging an innocent man.
A betrayer from Kerioth who was blindly jealous of his Master, his best friend, climbed a small hill, tied a rope around his neck and hung himself from a tree.
Soldiers were demanded to guard a tomb to make sure that nobody went in, or for that matter, nobody came out.
Disciples who had followed a messenger of love were scared into hiding because they simply believed that “loving your neighbor as yourself” was not a greeting-card sentiment.
Repairmen came to clean up after an unexpected earthquake shook the region, leaving behind great damage, even in the Temple.
The world proceeded with a nauseating sameness, which gained the smugness of superiority because it appeared that any variables were nailed down and silenced.
The kingdom of religion seemed to succeed–a philosophy contending that tradition must decide.
The kingdom of politics stomped around the Great Hall, believing that greed decides.
And the kingdom of jealousy slithered away to lick its wounds, confident of temporary victory because fear had made its decision.
For thirty-six hours, God removed Himself from the circumstances, leaving religion, politics and jealousy to win the day.
It seemed that the obvious forces in power were as formidable as advertised–because everything which had objected, contradicted or shared a different approach was beaten, crucified and buried.
At first sight, there was no light.
And then God returned.
Actually, it was the Kingdom of God, which is within us. It is a Kingdom where faith decides because we are the ones who offer the input.
Even though the disciples of the slain Master were still tucked away, three women bravely made their way to a tomb.
They were not expecting a resurrection.
They were not anticipating finding a miracle.
They did what women have done since the beginning of time–they viewed how men had screwed everything up and they came to clean up the mess.
No bands played, no dignitaries arrived with a key to the city, no men who had pledged eternal allegiance surfaced.
Just three women carrying a bunch of spices, which they immediately dropped when they saw an empty tomb.
Easter is a time when we celebrate more than a resurrection. It is a moment in history when God shows us that even though insanity may temporarily take control, His grace, mercy, understanding and wisdom are never far away.
It was not easy to survive thirty-six hours without God. But because those thirty-six hours showed us the foolishness of religion, politics and jealousy, we can now revel with great joy in the Kingdom of God, which allows our faith to decide.
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