There has been little the past six months that has spawned my desire to blog. Thank God for Easter kicking my rebel mind into high gear. And a word of warning: If you are going to CHOOSE to be offended by what I say, stop reading and close this page. I don’t need the grief. If, however, you are willing to have your thinking challenged in a way that may be very uncomfortable, then read on.
As people around the world seek to find an appropriate and sometimes elaborate way to memorialize the death and resurrection of Jesus, I have found myself wondering what he thinks about all of this. Please indulge me for a moment as I take this though process through its steps.
I have had a number of older family members (grandparents) pass over the years in the usual sad yet relatively mundane, uneventful ways–heart problems, cancer, old age, etc. I have known a few people who have died horribly tragic deaths–violent, graphic, unfair deaths.
In each instance, I find myself asking, “How would they want to be memorialized?”
Would my grandparents want everyone to gather around a hospital bed year after year at the appointed time and cry as each of us remembers their departure?
Would those who were killed in tragic accidents want their families to reassemble at the place (or a substitute place) where their death occurred and re-enact the events that led to their death?
Would they want a bigger than life monument erected so that everyone who passes by could see and remember how they died? Maybe it would be a crushed car three stories high, or a fifty foot replica of the handgun with which they were shot, or a giant ligature with which they were strangled.
Pretty gruesome, when you think about it, right?
I think in each case, they would want to be remembered for what they did in life, how they made a difference for others, what they contributed to the betterment of society.
Ask yourself how you would like to be remembered? Go ahead and take a moment to think through how you want your family to reflect on your life and death each year.
Which brings me to the point of this post.
Why do we think Jesus wants to be remembered as a gruesome bloody body suffocating to death on a cross? Why would he want us spending time and a buttload of money erecting crosses to repeatedly remind us of how much he suffered? Would your loved one want that?
No where did he ask us to remember his suffering by putting crosses throughout our homes and along our highways. He simply suggested we eat some bread and drink some wine in his memory….
Oh……and do what he did: heal the sick, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless, and love our neighbor.
One other thought that is likely to send a few more people over the edge…
I find it ironic that we have conveniently forgotten the commandments about no graven images, idols, statues, objects of worship as well as that whole Tower of Babel story that are found in the Old Testament, but we can’t seem to move past the notion that homosexuality is an abomination and they must be put to death (right alongside your neighbor who ate pork last night).
Happy Easter everyone. May your day be filled with opportunities to bless someone’s life without judgment.