My dad is a pretty big Beatles fan. And like most fans who follow a music group closely, he never requests the hits like “Hey Jude” or “Let It Be” because they have been played a bazillion times.
The Easter Gospel readings are the “hits” of the Gospel. I’ve heard them since before I can remember and they are particularly difficult to reflect upon in a way that isn’t banal.
And quite frankly, that’s how I felt reading today’s mass.
“Ok, what can I say that 1000’s of other saints and brilliant theologians haven’t already said about the Resurrection?”
I’ll be honest; I have nothing… except this:
Continue to journey with Christ. Be ever more joyfully intoxicated by the beautiful absurdity of this season. Trust Him.