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Words are formed by experiences, and words inform our experiences. Words also transform life and the world. I am a writer and Presbyterian minister who grew up in the 1960's in the segregated South of the United States. I've lived in Alaska, the Washington, DC area, and Minnesota. Since 2004 I've lived in Glasgow, Scotland, where I enjoy working on my second novel and serving churches that are between one thing and another. I advocate for the full inclusion of all people in the church and in society, whatever our genders or sexual orientations. Every body matters.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Easter Greetings


Easter Greetings

During Lent my husband underwent out-patient surgery after which he took two weeks off from his work as a Church of Scotland parish minister in order to begin his recovery. As he was back in the pulpit during Holy Week we received twice as many Get-Well cards as Easter greeting cards, all of which have been gracing our front window during this season of preparation (Lent) and resurrection (Easter).

Every year we get from local folks about as many Easter cards as Christmas cards. (From non-local folks we get no Easter cards and—see my first blog article—scads of Christmas cards.) In this part of the world where many an Easter Sunday is cloudy, if not rainy, and bone-chilling cold regardless of how “late” it falls on the calendar, the sunny, blue-skied, blooming scenes on card stock lead me to wonder if we’re not really paying homage to the Sun God. To be fair the writing includes verses of scripture, and the artwork features churches, sheep, and crosses—all good Christian imagery. But why aren’t there any cards that depict the true nature of things here, such as overcast skies and rain or hail? Even the blustery winds that can’t be adequately captured in a photograph or drawing could be symbolized by a bent-back umbrella blown into the gutter.

I’m not a literalist, but I do appreciate a message that speaks to reality, whether the message is in the form of a Bible story—dare I call it a myth?—or commercial advertisement –speaking of myths. Staring at the mixed messages about Easter, I wonder if the Get-Well cards do a better job? They certainly aren’t fair-weather worshippers or even monotheistic: there’s a seascape, a rural landscape, a collection of teddy bears, a cat,  flowers, and—from a church elder, no less—one card devoted to the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti. The only crosses are medical red crosses. No scripture verses; only words of hope, well wishes, warm feelings, and thoughts of you. Plus these imperatives: Take care, get well, and get well soon.

I double-checked how the Easter message comes across in the gospel stories: Very early in the morning, while it is still dark or the day is just dawning, one or more women go to the tomb to anoint Jesus’ dead body, only to find the stone which was at the tomb entrance being rolled back by an angel or already rolled away. She or they learn from one or more angelic figures that Jesus who was crucified has been raised, is no longer here, and has gone on ahead where they will see him. One by one the other disciples get in on the act with varying degrees of disbelief. Matthew’s weather report on this particular morning includes an earthquake. The feelings of the female witnesses are described as alarm, terror and amazement, fear, fear coupled with great joy, or sorrow that the body has been taken and presumably stolen.

Imagine an honest-to-goodness Easter card: A gray background, with dusky clouds, barely showing some dark-skinned Middle Eastern women hovering near an even darker, empty cave. Like in a Rembrandt painting, the dim light closes in on their expressions, and it’s up to us to make out their emotions in the face of the great unknown. The earth underneath their feet is shattered, and their world will never be the same.

Open up the card and all it says is, Thank God.

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