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Staying Alive

Happy Easter!  Today at Mass the priest reminded us of the classic song 'Staying Alive' - corny but apt.  Easter, for Christians, is about renewal, and the promise of resurrection.  I am personally assaying renewal, but still struggling with the idea of physical resurrection.  I can better get my head around the spirit of the Easter message, while the fine print makes me unsure.  Life and the world seems the place for love, and kindness, and tolerance, first.  What comes after, if and when it does, seems less groundbreaking (pun alert).  Still, the hope and promise of everlasting life is joyous.  For now, I will take family meals, friendship, some apple juice, and sun, and the turn to May, as my slice of rebirth.

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Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

I am no Catholic as you know but I actually prefer this pope to the last one. He is very intelligent and an accomplished linguist - fluent in around half-a-dozen languages.

Best wishes from Simon
KW said…
Todd, I've read your post with interest over months and am aware of your faith, however if your priest is teaching physical resurrection and you are confused by this, perhaps you should direct your thoughts to those of Paul in 1 Corinthians 15. This is one of the greatest pieces of argument for Christ ever put across, and uses the dialectic form of discussion favoured by his Greek audience of the day, but he does make it clear in verses 35-54 about the means and substance of resurrection, in any version you like. Enjoy. KW

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