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.
Last week we celebrated the Ascension of Jesus. This week we celebrate the descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost. And the Spirit knows no ascension. The Spirit is still upon us, dwelling within the Church, within us.