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.
To keep his word, to remember what he said, is to love him. It’s also to abide in him and in the Father. It’s the promise he made the night of his betrayal, just before his death. Love, if only we would keep his words.
Today much of the Church celebrates the Ascension of Jesus. Appearing among the disciples and others after the resurrection, Jesus ascended to the right hand of the Father in heaven.
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.