It is that time of year again – Easter – that time God died.
What does that even mean? A man who, to all accounts,
welcomed and sided with the vulnerable, the down-trodden,
a man who went around doing good – miracles of kindness expressing
love. And why did he die? Why did they murder him? For what grievous
crime did they take his life?
Only that that those with power felt their position threatened,
and threatened only by his kind acts and confronting words.
Religious leaders, the rich, and the political leaders – willing
to see the death of the innocent as a small price to pay for their
hold on power, better that one die for the many they said.
And the crowd, happy to ask no questions, find themselves
complicit in the murder of an innocent man – and for what I
don’t even know.
And so the man who was God died. Died, not through lack
of strength, but because of it. Died, with the will to love, not
the will to power, reigning supreme. Died, a course willingly
chosen, through not of his own hand. Died, not with hate, but with
forgiveness, on his lips.
And what about us? Here, now. How different are we? Have we
learnt from the sins of our fathers? Perhaps. We declared it the war to
end all wars. And yet, we now talk openly about perpetual war. After the
Holocaust, we said never again. And yet, our abandonment of those cast
aside by wars of the rich and powerful grows unabated. Even at home,
the plight of the poor among us is a stain on our affluence. And from
our great halls of government to the street, hateful words and deeds
seem only to grow more common whenever our own comfort seems
I can only admit to myself – that time God died – it would
happen today as it did then.
That time God died. Maybe it meant something then, and just maybe,
the effects echo through the corridors of history, reverberating
hope even to the present day. That time God died, maybe just maybe,
death itself was dealt the decisive blow, ushering in a new age. A
new age open to all who would come, where the death of God brings
the life of God to us all. Resurrection.