Yikes!

We have a habitual tendency to reduce the irreducible. Because we cannot rest in our identity as paint strokes in a larger canvas; threads in a much larger tapestry; because we have a hard time seeing that we are not the biggest thing around, we tend to reduce things to suit our twisted and self-centered perspective. We think love too small; the earth too local; God as petty. We need to create for ourselves the myth that we are indeed the right people to determine what is ultimately the right thing for our lives. So we spend an inordinate amount of time reducing thing in our mind to bit size chunks that suit us. Case in point: the resurrection of Christ. If it is reduced to a nice story that may or may not happen we can look at it romantically. If we look at it as a historic event relegated to the past then we can look at it authoritatively. But if we see it as it truly is as something larger than the universe itself; something wild and untamed; something primal; something that simultaneously merges the earthly with the divine in the most miraculous of ways then we would have to change almost everything about ourselves. We would have to celebrate that resurrection daily by living a resurrected life. Yikes!