What is Resurrected?

Not a hair of the head shall be lost

He is resurrected, and his body the Church and his footstool the earth and everything that is in it.  It is all resurrected, every person, every moment.  It is all coming back.

The saints came out of the grave with him.  It is a symbol that everything comes out of the grave..  He drew them out, and they are one edge of a great net, tied to everything they ever loved or touched, in turn everything they ever loved or touched tied to what those things ever loved or touched, all one great net that he is drawing out with him, anything and all things that he ever loved, they all come back.

Oh, the glory of it. On Easter we discover that all the little bits of our lives are become the stuff divinity and eternity is made of.  They blare with light.  And oh the shame, because what have we done with them.   He is the resurrection and the life.  We are the resurrection . . . but whether of life or death or some ghastly mix remains to be seen.

But the glory overwhelms.  If we step out from our little mortal barques onto the shining waters of eternity and are buffeted by the storms we have raised, and sink, lift up your hand and cry for Him.  He will pull you up.

This resurrection is not of our own doing.  He is making and remaking us.

Christ is risen.

Hallelujah.

Christ is risen.

Hallelujah.

Christ is risen.

Hallelujah.

On and on the chant goes on.