Friday, 2 April 2021


It's Easter weekend, in the blurry sometime between today and tomorrow.

I went to church this morning with my family and listened as the story of Jesus' last hours was told. I have done this, as far as I know, every Good Friday of my thirty-two years. The tradition of my current home church (for I am one of those folks who steps over the threshold of a sanctuary on the regular) is to dim the lights of the auditorium as the narrative unfolds, descending into darkness the closer we get to the cross. In years past we have left the service in an almost complete black-out, and while it sounds (and is) a bit dramatic, there is something powerful when your senses, as well as your imagination, can react to the telling of a tale.

Tonight, while cutting out pieces of fabric to sew up some more face masks, I watched the 2012 revival version of Jesus Christ Superstar on YouTube. The musical is a secular (non-Christian) retelling of the biblical account of the long weekend that happened two millennia ago, now causing even Walmart to take a few days off. In an interview about the show, Tim Minchin (who played Judas) insightfully summarizes that "the whole musical asks the question -- and does not answer the question -- of whether there is a God, and whether Jesus was the son of this God." It concludes with the burial of Christ. He is crucified and laid to rest, and then the house lights come up and everyone takes a bow. They leave him dead.

And for most of the world, that's the end of the story. Many are happy to accept that he was a historical figure who really lived, really taught, really flipped a table in the Temple, and maybe even performed miracles before being executed. And that's where the majority leave him, like the musical, dead and buried.

I'll be going back to church on Sunday morning. I decided a long time ago to accept the Bible's epilogue to the story of the cross. And I also decide to believe the truth of Scripture every time its story or my worldview is challenged -- which is frequently.

Maybe Easter is a good time to let your worldview be challenged. If Sunday comes and goes and he's still dead, by all means, applaud with the rest of the satisfied Superstar crowd. Let me just tell you, though, from the seat I'm in? The encore is a good one.

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