Stability is greatly
overrated.
Why would I ever want to sit
still and smug as a rock,
confident, because of my great
weight, that I will not
be moved?
Better to be soft as water,
easily troubled, with
at least three modes
of being, able to shape-
shift, to mirror, to cleanse,
to drift downstream,
To roar when I encounter
the rock.
These words speak to me about what it means to be a people of the Resurrection. Easter morning was anything but stabilizing. Our encounter with Easter should inspire in us many feelings and reactions, none of which are stability.
The Resurrection is God rocking the world back on our collective heels; God's great "Gotchya!" to death and all things that would do us harm.
Eastertide is a season of being destabilized, of having the wind knocked out of us, of not knowing which way is up, of looking around to see what has changed after God's most surprising act of love.