A Resurrection Reflection: There Is Still Something We Have to Do

I am not sure where to go after Easter/Resurrection Sunday. There’s the crucifixion on Good Friday – what felt like the end for anyone who followed Jesus. There’s Holy Saturday – the in-between death and resurrected life yet to come, a day of mourning and sitting in the reality of what finality could mean. Then, there’s Easter Sunday. Jesus is back, and he appears several times over the course of 40 days. Then, he’s gone again.

“They were looking intently up into the sky as he was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them. ‘Men of Galilee,’ they said, ‘why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.’” (Acts 1:11)

Today was amazing. I feel so redeemed after gathering in community, a wreck-me-kind-of message at church, and an Easter lunch with some wonderful people. At the end of something good, though, I go straight into this feeling of “what now?” This is all so good, and it feels like the Holy Spirit is calling me into something. It feels like I am watching Jesus enter the clouds of Heaven with this knowing feeling that we have to do something.

What do we do when the celebration is done? We are celebrating the promise of new life yet to come, but what happens after a resurrection of promise, when the resurrection of eternity has not yet occurred? I feel pulled toward the original ministry of Jesus – professing a love for God so radical that proclaims freedom for the prisoners, recovery of sight for the blind, and love that sets the oppressed free. I am not talking about the good news equivalent of Western American evangelicals that boils our eternal life down to profession of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior; nor am I talking about the faith that guilts me into showing up every Sunday for church in order to “get into Heaven.” I am not talking about a faith that says who is and who isn’t in this thing with me. That is not how this all works.

I am talking about the good news that means liberation for all of us. It is the liberation that ties us all together in our spiritual longing, whether we worship as Baha’i, Muslim, Shaman, Jewish or Christian. It is the liberation of white supremacy, homo/bi/transphobia, sexism, ableism and every dominant system that robs ALL of us our ability to live in a just society. Today is supposed to be a really good day, but I remember that today is really just a promise. There is still something we have to do.

I don’t know if any of this writing makes sense. I haven’t arrived at a conclusion myself. The one thing I am sure of is that the work for freedom doesn’t end today; something comes after this day. May we all work toward liberation in the meantime. It seems like that might be part of the promise of today. Whatever comes next, happy resurrection day to those who celebrate this day.