The Monday After
So here it is, the day after Easter – the Monday After.
I
can only imagine what it must have been like for the first disciples
of Jesus. He was brutally killed by evil men, and they were there to
see it happen.
He was dead, his physical body battered and
destroyed.
He left them, bloody and ruined, and was laid inside
on a hole carved from rock.
A stone was rolled over the hole and
as far as anyone knew from their experience, he would not be seen
again.
Then, out of the blue He disappeared from the tomb,
with reports circulating that he was alive, but different – now
glorified with heavenly light and power.
Imagine their
situation. They were flustered, afraid, and baffled by the whole
thing.
And because they were known associates of Jesus, they expected that the now-emboldened Jewish authorities might
kill them, too. So they hid out in a closed room.
It took a
while for them to grasp what had happened; indeed, several ”Mondays
After” would have to pass before it sunk in for all of them.
Some
of them recalled the words of Jesus and the prophesies. and
understood quickly. Meanwhile, others took longer to accept what had
happened. At least one went total Facebook and said he wouldn't
believe it at all unless he could see and touch it himself. Sounds
familiar, doesn't it?
So
yeah, we get it – the Resurrection was unlike anything they could
imagine or expect. It was difficult to understand that Jesus truly
lived up to what he said, that his disfigured and dead human body had
been revived, re-invigorated, and raised in glory.
They
struggled, they doubted, and more than a few visits from our Blessed
Lord were needed to make it clear that HE MEANT WHAT HE SAID.
Today,
perhaps, you are in a similar place. It may be too fantastic to
comprehend or contemplate. Colored eggs and bunnies might be easier to accept.
Perhaps you and I are like them - we need
OUR Mondays After, too. I know I'm still al little overwhelmed by it.
The eventful Big Weekend has ended and we
are standing there trying to filter through the idea that death will
come to us, but it will not hold us in its grasp unless we allow it
to. We have a home somewhere else, and it's not a dead hole, or hell.
HE did it, and maybe we can, too.
If that's where you are,
relax. Absorb it all. Let it wash over you and keep it on the tip of
your tongue.
More Mondays can some to help you sort it out.
In
the meantime, let each day move you to recall your baptismal
promises:
Reject sin and evil, daily
Embrace the Lord, hourly
Do His works, constantly
Live for Him, wholly
If
you have not made these promises, get with the program and do so.
Give in to this Monday After and let it change you.
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