Obi’s Sister

Down for the count today, with a sinus headache that makes me feel with one of the ‘toons from Roger Rabbit. Every head movement makes that “A-OOOOO-GAH” sound-effect in my head and I feel like I need to look for my eyeballs on the floor. Ahhhh, spring in the South.

Thank the heavens above I don’t live in Chicago. I would surly be incarcerated by now.

Exhibit A. Easter churchgoers attacked and squirted with fake blood, during mass.

Exhibit B. “Wright was lynched.”

Evidently, they did not read The Anchoress’ homily for this Easter at PJM.

And that is what Easter is — the long-term view — the answer to day-to-day bleakness. A review begins on the night before Easter, as Orthodox and Eucharistic churches chant out — through the eyes of faith — the whole history of the world; from creation to awareness, to covenant, to exile, to suppression, to oppression, to unthinkable incarnation and finally resurrection, salvation and sustenance, all woven together into a marvelous whole, and bound with the message, “I am with you always.”

On Easter Sunday, upon the resurrection of Jesus, the Christ, death was cast aside as a mere moment in the “marvelous whole” of eternity, and there we learned that days of bleakness and shadow are overcome. A light may pierce darkness, but darkness may never pierce light, and so light is ever dominant, ever powerful. Christians believe Christ is that light, and that his love, his lessons, his sacrifice and his resurrection illuminate even our darkest corners with hope, and thus fullness of redemption, even from ourselves.

More later, my eyes hurt.