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.
He talked of a kingdom, Jesus did. In him, it is “at hand,” he said.[1] It’s why we’re called to repent and believe, because it would be a fearful thing otherwise.
You’ve often heard me say how our experience of Christianity, of the Church, is so very different from the Church of the past, from the Christianities of long ago.