That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
The thing is that in the middle of our chaos and violence, our injustice and inhumanity, in the middle of the Good Friday we’ve made of this world, Christ is there.