This Easter I find myself longing for authentic faith. I long for hollow cliches to be filled with meaning. I want to say "He is risen" and have it actually mean something. I actually want to pray and reflect on the meaning of what I sincerely feel is the most moving and hope-filled story that I have ever encountered. And I am not usually one for devotional time or reading the Bible daily but I actually want to today. I find myself returning to the old traditions like a prospector to an abandoned mine, desiring to bring the rusted machinery back to life, to get old gears and pulleys moving. Last night I had a strong desire to take part in communion and invite some friends that were over to take part in this tradition that is close to my soul. Unfortunately, my fear prevailed and I kept silent, not wanting to risk the rolling of eyes or the wrinkling of noses. And now today in the daylight my fear seems so absurd and I realize that when others feel that something is meaningful to you, they will respect it and maybe even gain something from the experience. This Tuesday I am attending a Jewish Seder meal that a good friend is facilitating, and I am so excited to take part in and learn from this friend's tradition. Why is it that I don't expect others to respect my own tradition in the same way? I just need to have the confidence to enter into that experience and to share myself and my heart with others with courage.
I think next year will be different.
(Rysiek) To admit this absence of courage must take a lot of courage. Thank you, as I could just as well put my signature below what you have written. Why, on the other hand, would you find courage to do something that makes people roll their eyes? Is that still fear or just a voice of reason? I'd say that this expectation to experience the death and resurrection of the Christ on a specific time and date is just as much of guilt tripping as the pictures "like if you love Jesus" shared on facebook.
ReplyDeleteThis hollowness you mentioned could be a good thing though. As rough as it might sound, we speak too much, brag about our faith too much and are all quite loud about Jesus. It is no wonder, that the phrase "Jesus died for our sins" functions either as an empty slogan, a cliche or as a lie. By this repetitive mantra of christmas and easter we just pump the balloon with a bunny and santa claus pictures on it while depriving ourselves of any mysticism, thought and truth that we clearly need (this need will not be satisfied by anyone questioning your reasoning or rolling their eyes). Silence and waiting for people to join us without a special invitation (not ceasing to act) might save this mysticism, as I believe. Cheers and thank you for this post :).
Great post. I have felt such similar emotions the past few days myself.
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