Who will Roll Away the Rock?

Last night the church was dark and bare, like the empty tomb. We heard the story of creation, breath moving over the waters, escape from oppression through the desert wilderness, dry bones wanting to turn back, and manna drawing us on to a land of promise. Then the lights came on, bells rung, altar linens and silver vessels re-appeared. Banners are on the walls.  We have spring flowers (Yes, they will even come outside). 

The resurrection reminds us we come through a history.  We are about more than happy, clappy.  Mary, Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome came grieving to do the rites of burial.  They fretted walking down the road, ‘Who will roll away the rock?.”  Read more