The Son Also Rises

How do you talk about resurrection?

That’s what the conversation turned to in our worship planning group for Lent. But, it wasn’t just how you talk about it — because our conversation explored how you experience it. After reading this article, or maybe because of the way we talked about the Revised Common Lectionary texts, we started talking about how any one of us can ever dare to get up in the morning and face another day. That became our question. How do you face another day? What lets you know that it’s possible?

That’s when George said something about putting on his socks. Another day comes and George puts his feet on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed, before he gets up, George puts on his socks. This is what allows George to face another day. That simple action is resurrection.

Maybe it’s always that simple. Maybe we make Jesus’ resurrection into something so huge and so impossible that we can’t find it within ourselves to believe that this could be something that happens in our own lives. So, what if it’s not? What if resurrection — that possibility to move toward transformation — became something that was as simple as facing another day? What if it’s as simple as watching the sun rise or putting on your socks?

That’s what we’ve been doing this Lent. We’ve been trying to claim a new day. In the later service, we have watched sunrises on a large screen. We’ve moved from dark to light. We’ve stretched and proclaimed the words of the psalms. It’s a bit more passive. It’s something we are watching — not something that we are taking part in. And I think sometimes that’s needed. In life and in faith, we need to know we have a part to play. We need to roll up our sleeves and experience it. That’s what has happened in the first service. We have started to make the sunrise.

So, that first Sunday of Lent, it looked like this upon the walls.

Each week, we add new layers of tissue paper to these white walls to imagine that Christ could rise again — but maybe we can too. Maybe we can make it happen with our own hands. I know. I know. This is something God does. But, what if we need to roll up our sleeves and get involved enough so that we can know (really know) that God is working?

And maybe that understanding changes with each attempt to imagine that we could be resurrected. Sure, Jesus did. But, maybe we could too. Maybe we could find that possibility in the many colors we dare to imagine transforming our worship space.

Or maybe there’s just something about full grown adults getting to make a mess — and calling it holy.


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