Jesus always hungry enough to prove resurrection by asking us to feed him!
Surprises us how much he's riding on us! How else but us for him to be known?
Seen? Heard? Touched? Tasted? Felt very deeply at all?
Witnessing to his body, our own times and places: no more ghostly, illusive,
apparitional; no more appearance wanting substance; but able to say with him,
Look at our hands! Look at our feet, our sides! Touch our wounds!
Our suffering for how nearly we follow? Touch US and see -- If we are real!
Cotton Patch Gospel: Risen Jesus, back in Atlanta, where he was lynched,
asking for cup of coffee and piece of pecan pie! Always asking something, or other, of us! No wonder he's called drunkard, glutton! Eats with anyone --
long as they fix it? Even that last night, before his arrest, instructing us in locating room, already set with everything needed for Passover Fest . . .
Then something specially sneaky and tricky: Calls bread his own body!
Cup his own blood! Persuading us from then on -- whenever, wherever, however, with whomever we eat -- he is there! Eating as usual! Would not miss a meal if his life depended on it -- so it does!
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"If you can read the gospels without getting hungry, you're not paying attention! Jesus comes eating and drinking: So many feasts and feedings, table teachings and banquet parables, last suppers and Easter barbecues --
one gets the feeling the kingdom is convened as a gigantic floating pot luck,
the poor being seated first!" (Bill Wylie-Kellerman)
When in doubt, share a meal! When in death, share a meal!
Want to grow close to each other? Share a meal!
Want to celebrate stories and gifts of each other? Share a meal!
Want to settle differences with each other? Share a meal!
Want to become as family to each other? Share a meal, share a meal,
share a meal!
Easter so tempting to ancient triumphalism, against Jews of whom Jesus,
disciples, deep part; church sanctioning, sanctifying our holy violence;
standing back from, not with, slaughtered ones.
Remembrance, repentance, lead to resistance. Anne Frank "human face of the Holocaust," "hero because she was optimistic, patient, unselfish, strong.
For some . . . someone to look up to. For others . . . a victim of wrongdoing that will help to prevent the same tragedy from happening again. She died unjustly. If she had lived [like some saviors we could name] she could have been someone who was famous for life, not for her death." (Source unknown)
Unjust death making way for just life! Hey! I'm hungry! What have you got?
Somebody? Anybody? Everybody? Pieces of fish? Pieces of pie? Cups of coffee? Hey! It's me, Jesus, the Eat-ster! Let's eat, let's eat, let's eat!
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