Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
In the resurrection—that shedding of our little crust of death— Judas is lighthearted, and Pilate contemplates eternal truths and writes ecstatic hymns. They always had it in them— and finally they are free.
Listen: in this evil ugly world, bugged as it is by the illusions of depravity, there is only beauty and holiness. Among all the mad and mangled people of earth there are only saints and royalty.
In your ordinary life, with its handbag of pain and your few little coins of success, an entire star burns with pure glory, a field of wildflowers exults. This is not good luck, or physics gone wild. It's God.
What can you do, you who are made of delight, but fall defenselessly in love with everybody, and give yourself away until you are pure song? What can you do but shuck off your burlap clothing, catch fire and dance?
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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