Funny how the Easter season is now past. Just as March Madness is also complete and not to return until next year. The Resurrection and its hope are so conveniently shelved along with the baskets, easter grass, and decorations. As a member of the institutional church, I used to rail against the commercialization that seemed to diminish the importance of the season. Invariably, I would shelve the season along with everyone else, only secure in my self-justifications that I was one of the few who understood and observed the season with proper reverence.
Now, I find no season able to contain the hope of the resurrection, no shelf able to remove it out of my thoughts until the season returns. Every moment of my life inexplicably joined, entwined, infused, with his resurrection life. I find that I no longer identify with the season as I did before.