Palm Sunday is when we explain again
the un-Christ-like nature of the Christ
and everybody thinks how dumb the Jews were
to not get it, and we don’t get it again.
The Christ is not the Christ! Not then, not now!
How hard is that?
The Messiah we wait for is not coming! Never was, never will!
That’s the message of Palm Sunday and Good Friday.
But we won’t have it, and come up with Easter Morning
which allows us to settle back into looking for the Christ
we’ve always looked for
to come rescue us, set things right, and make life grand.
But the Messiah we wait for is not coming!
Easter Morning is about the unassailability
of the Christ—the Messiah—who IS,
not about the eternal reliability
of who we want the Christ—the Messiah—to be.
Sit with this: The Christ is not the Christ. Not then, not now.
Who then is the Christ?
The stone the builders reject, of course.
And who is the most unlikely of the lot, if not you? Me?
If not ourselves?
We will have none of it.
But if the Christ can be born of a virgin in a manger,
the Christ can be born in you and me—
if we will but get out of the way
and bring forth what is within, waiting
well past the delivery date.
Getting out of the way
means not-knowing what we think we know.
It means radical openness to other possibilities.
Unheard of possibilities.
Revolutionary, ridiculous possibilities.
It all comes back to you and me.
When we get out of the way,
there we are.
Bringing forth what is within
means listening to the inner voices—
all of them—
until we hear something
that strikes a cord,
that resonates with something,
that moves us toward it
as it moves toward us
and calls for a response
that validates the entire experience,
and brings it forth
into our lives,
into the world.
And, like that,
we are the Christ,
making visible the invisible,
declaring, “Thy will, not mine, be done,”
revealing in a thousand ways
“The Father and I are one,”
saving the world
again and again.
What a miracle!
Who would believe it?
There you are.
The Gospel plain and simple.