Resurrection. It happens through the children. They are the life that moves in and takes over, filling in the void created by those who have passed away. Children’s viewpoints are fresh and boundless. Everything assumes new meaning under their gaze and the world is transformed by their sheer presence. They are the supreme formative experience. People change their behavior around them. They see life differently. They weigh things differently. Their priorities shift toward the children’s needs, because offspring are the most important thing in this world. They are the future, and one has to invest in the future wisely and with great care.
This miracle of life, this ongoing resurrection, takes place before us every day. The world is fizzling with regeneration.
But instead of celebrating that, the Church rattles its 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.
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. But all meaning is lost inside the rigid form with which the clergy is obsessed, buried in tongues of old, languages no one speaks anymore. The priests and their acolytes deliver their performance in a bombastic, narcissistic, self-important way that distracts everyone from the miracle of resurrection taking place around them. 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 happens 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 with them and access society through them. To help carry their message I would supplement them with sermons designed to relate their essence to everyday life. I would remind everyone 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 in no time.
Fare well, and may The Higher Power bless.