Christ of the Resurrection

Christ of the Resurrection

Deborah Beach Giordano
© April 12, 2010
At first we couldn’t believe it,
we didn’t trust our eyes
or – most of all –
our hearts;
because we wanted it
to be true;
we wanted it so much
we could taste it –
like fish.

We wanted him returned to us
alive and whole;
we wanted him
to walk with us and talk with us;
to teach us and to lead us;
we wanted him
to heal the sick,
bless the hurting,
and calm the stormy seas.

We wanted him
to be with us
to pray with us,
and break bread with us;
we wanted to see his smile,
to feel his touch,
and hear him say
just one more time
how much he loved us.

We wanted him
to prove to us
and to all the scoffers
that he was
who he said he was;
the Messiah;
the Lord of Lords,
Judge of all the earth,
the world-transforming King.

And so, when he appeared,
not in a bolt of lightning,
or descending from a cloud,
but in everyday events;
walking on a dusty highway
and sitting on the sand,
cooking fish
and drinking wine,
we were disappointed.

That’s not what we wanted.
We wanted something else:
something dramatic
and noteworthy;
an attention-getting entrance
to really show his stuff;
to impress the rich and famous,
convince the skeptics
and shame the nonbelievers.

We wanted a King
we could show off,
parading through the city
on a royal palanquin;
a Lord we could kneel before
with pride;
one we could point to and say,
See! We were right
and you were wrong.

We wanted a King
just like all other empires:
powerful and wealthy,
clad in purple silk
and surrounded by a legion
of death-dealing troops
to protect his honor
and ensure
that every knee would bow.

We wanted a King
whose kingdom
wasn’t any different from Rome;
only that he – and we –
would be in charge;
we couldn’t imagine
anything else —
how else would anyone
truly understand?

Instead, there he was;
just as he’d always been:
in plain and simple clothing,
eating plain and simple food,
speaking plain and simple words:
love, forgiveness,
justice, mercy, compassion —
words never heard
from the mouths of earthly rulers.

It was only then
when we looked upon him –
just as he’d always been –
that we realized
he was what we wanted
and had been, all along;
a king like no other,
who reigned with true compassion
and a kind and merciful heart.

In the first book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus did and taught from the beginning until the day when he was taken up to heaven, after teaching through the Holy Spirit to the apostles whom he had chosen. After his suffering he presented himself alive to them by many convincing proofs, appearing to them during forty days and speaking about the kingdom of God. ~ Acts 1:1-3

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