I've been pondering my Easter sermon, veering from bunnies and eggs to equinox and resurrection, and I've realized that I want most of all to speak about Jesus. Not Jesus the miracle worker, not Jesus the savior, not Jesus the risen Christ.
I want to speak about Jesus the man, the human being who lived the life he lived, made the friends he made, uttered the wisdom that he found, and died for his cause.
Jesus was human, I believe, not God, at least not any more God than I am, than you are. Except that he found his own divinity inside himself and tried to tell others to look within for their salvation.
Some questions have been going through my mind as I think about relating Jesus's experiences to those of any human.
What does it mean when someone is willing to die for a cause?
What does it mean when someone is willing to die for someone else?
What does it mean when someone is killed for someone else's sake?
What does it mean to be sent to be in harm's way and possibly killed for others?
What does it mean to send someone to be in harm's way and possibly killed?
I wonder about the women and men who volunteer for this kind of duty: the police officers and fire fighters, the soldiers, the mothers and fathers, the prophets, and all those who do the sending out of the rescuers, the fighters. Is it altruistic or self-serving? And how does this act of dying or killing change the world?
Just some thoughts as I begin to write "Renascence: Transformation out of Tragedy"