The walk to the cross is almost complete. Again. Always again.
Year after year without cease. Each year the same or new.
But always the walk. And then the pause and prayer.
And then the celebration and renewal. Again. Always again.
I was talking to a friend born a Muslim just as I was born a Christian.
Religionistas talk of being “practicing or lapsed”. A sort of grading.
The chaff and the grain. The weeds and the wheat. The good or the …
Grading how good the living of religion with the reward beyond.
For a God of Unconditional Love there seems to be a lot of conditions
Here on earth. Or maybe that is our part of this Creation. Our role to
Control what is conditional and unconditional. To keep the Gates of
Heaven clean and tidy for the “practicing” to be about their religious busyness.
Anyway … my Muslim friend has been munching his chocolate Easter eggs
All week. Blissfully unaware of the insult to us Christians. Unaware that
Right now is a time for walking and sacrifice followed by mourning and only
Then the celebration. As two lapsed religionistas we had a little chuckle.
I remember something in the bible like that. A Sabbath stroll picked apart
By the munching on ears of corn. I have tried munching ears of corn. They
Taste rank. But I remember Jesus disagreeing with the religionaistas of that
Time. T hat “work” could be as conditional as we could make it. But Love cannot.
My walk to the cross on years past is no longer. Love made sense. Conditions not.
Our additions and refinements not. Love always. I used to think myself lapsed.
Now I think myself Loved. I used to define and refine “love”. Now I Am Love.
The cross for me is a mile-marker. Nothing else. The resurrection another.
And religion has little to do with anything in my life other than a long
Easter Public Holidays Weekend. A time for family. A time for Love. A time
To be together without the daily routines and pressures of daily routines.
I am a practicing Lover and a lapsed judge.
I see THAT as I look up at the cross.