Easter Sunday

 Today is the anniversary of the most important day in the history of the world. It is the day that death died and life was reborn into a new condition of total and complete freedom. It is the day when light shone and there was no shadow because everything became transparent, meaning absolute in purity. The veil that separated spirit and matter was ripped asunder and the two modes of existence became one, joined together in a fashion that made a new creation in which everything was holy.

At least, it was in the case of one person. But that person set a pattern in which this new life could be attained by anyone who followed in his wake. He broke down a wall and left a space through which anyone could pass who believed, that is, really believed, in the reality of his pristine perfection. Believing in him also means accepting his suffering because that is the means through which the soul is purged and cleansed of its residual filth, an uncomfortable word but one which any true believer will recognise as accurately describing the state of the soul before it allows Christ to shine his light into its darkest corners.

On that first Easter Sunday Christ burst the bounds of creation. He shattered the old forms and made a new one which could finally hold and express the glory of spirit with no impediment. We all still labour away with the old forms, the ones that darken and restrict and bind and limit and constrain and crush and weigh down. But the new form now exists and awaits all those who are prepared, through Christ, to make themselves fit and worthy to receive it. No one is worthy of themselves, of course, but we can become worthy through the giving up of self and the acceptance of Christ. This is what belief means. It is so much more than mere intellectual assent. It is opening up one's whole being to the reality of Christ and allowing oneself to be transformed by his spiritual light and power. That is the hope and promise offered by Easter Sunday.