Reflection:

Nobody knows how John reacted when his disciples came back with Jesus’ message, but maybe he remembered how he had felt that day when he’d first seen him heading toward him through the tall grass along the riverbank and how his heart had skipped a beat when he heard himself say, “Behold the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world,” and maybe after he remembered all that and put it together with what they’d told him about the deadbeats and the aluminum walkers, he decided he must have been right the first time.

~ Frederick Buechner
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He must increase, but I must decrease.

~ John (the Baptist)

Reflection
Make no mistake: if He rose at all
It was as His body;
if the cell’s dissolution did not reverse, the molecule
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.

It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the Eleven apostles;
it was as His flesh: ours.

The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that — pierced — died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.

Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping, transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.

The stone is rolled back, not papier-mâché,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.

And if we have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.

~ John Updike, Seven Stanzas at Easter