Resurrection. It happens through the children. They are the life that moves in and takes over, filling in the void left by the departed. Children’s viewpoints are fresh and boundless. Everything assumes new meaning under their gaze and the world is transformed by their sheer presence alone. They are the supreme formative experience. People change their behavior around children. We see life differently. We weigh things differently. Our priorities shift toward children’s needs because offspring are the most important thing in this world. They’re the future, and one has to invest in the future wisely and with care.
This miracle of life, this ongoing resurrection, takes place before us every day. The world fizzles with regeneration.
But instead of celebrating children, the Church rattles its impressive but ultimately hollow tales, pulling everyone’s attention to a story that alludes to a miracle that supposedly happened 2000 years ago: the resurrection of a childless, nomadic figurehead who is as distant to us as any mythological entity.
And the obsession with procedure, how overwhelming it is. It’s all about the structure of the ritual, eclipsing the content of the message, which is great for what it is: a superb tale of rebellion against the powers that be — let’s give it that! But its meaning is lost, trapped inside the clergy’s obsession with rigid form, buried in tongues of old, languages no one speaks anymore. The priests and their acolytes deliver their performance in a bombastic, narcissistic, self-important manner that distracts from the miracle of resurrection. We glorify the mythology at the expense of the real regenerative wonder, the children. The past wins over the future. The dinosaurs advance.
The faithful are left wanting, and so is society at large. Whatever inspiration could be obtained from Christ’s story is lost and adulterated, and everyone is left out in the cold, caught between a spiritual landslide that never comes and a miracle on earth from which they have been distracted in the name of conservative prayer.
If I were the Church, I would translate the Scriptures to modern language in order to make the Christ’s tales understandable. I would engage people, accustom them to the teachings. To help carry God’s message I would supplement the Scriptures with sermons applicable to everyday life in the here and now, updated allegories and teachings for the faithful to have faith in. More importantly, I would remind people that the true Gods to whom we must pay daily tribute are the children. We tend to them every day. Treat them right and we have done our part in keeping the world as we found it, if not improved it a little.
Treat them wrong and our lives turn to hell.
Fare well, and may The Higher Power bless.