(Repost from April 9, 2012)
Alleluia! Christ is Risen! He is risen indeed!
One
of the (many) things I love about being Catholic is that Easter is not
just one day. It's a whole week, followed by another six weeks of joy
of the risen Christ, culminating in another celebration, the
"birthday" of the Church on Pentecost. When celebrating the single
greatest event in human history, the conquering of mankind's greatest,
common foes--sin and death--by the God Man who came among us,
celebrating for one day, or even a few days, simply will not do. But
that is not why I wanted to write today, so I'll save a few more
thoughts on that for later.
What was the experience of rising from the dead like? What was Christ's personal experience of having the surge of supernatural energy regenerate his lifeless body into a glorified, immortal state, and how unimaginable must the joy have been when he first greeted his
mother, whose fiat had allowed him to take on human flesh. One day we hope to know the answers to those and many other questions, but for now, let us be satisfied to live in the joy of their certainty by pondering, reflecting, and adoring.
