When the Homily is about Immunology

The World Stands Still

Last night, as is our custom, we killed God. Today, as is our custom, we bury Him and will stand vigil at His tomb. The World Stands Still. We await the mystical dialogue to begin, and the glorious and joy filled outcome of what is now a deliberately unknowing despair.

The World Stands Still, though it goes on without us. Politicians go on scheming to stay in office, the Religious Right goes on worrying about gay marriage, Sojourners go on worrying about social justice. But for us, The World Stands Still.

Unbelievers go on about their everyday lives, some even going to church on Sunday. TV and Radio broadcasts fill the airways, as do airplanes. News, twisted by the need for ratings, goes on being reported. Our neighbors are mowing their lawns. But for us, The World Stands Still.

Amidst all of our busy preparation, we know that The World Stands Still. Farm and ranch life - as much as it can - has been put on hold (blogging, however, has not - judge me, I dare ya). As I write, I wait for chickens to give me more eggs to dye...but I sense in a very real way that The World Stands Still.

Life revolves around liturgical time now, and there is a strange sense of rightness in it all. Perhaps we teeter a bit on the edge of our true selves? Like someone who has found their purpose in life? The World Stands Still.

When the Son rises, it will signify dawn upon the world, now moving anew.

God, move my life anew as well. Show us Thy Resurrection.