Touching wounds
Text: John 20:19-31 The Easters of my childhood were full of sensory experiences. Not only have I seen the photographic evidence of some of the Easter outfits my mother made for me, but I vividly remember how my itchy crinoline petticoat felt and the way my patent leather shoes squeaked when I rubbed them together (which I may or may not have done repeatedly during the church service); I remember fingering the pearly button on my white gloves and stretching the too-tight elastic strap that kept my Easter bonnet on my head. I remember egg hunts in the green grass and the fuzzy cheeping chicks at the feed and seed store, and Easter baskets filled with sweet jelly beans and a chocolate bunny. I remember singing Jesus Christ is Risen Today. What I don’t remember is anybody offering explanations for all of this, of what chocolate bunnies and chicks and jelly beans had to do with the empty tomb. No suggestions of what do to if you don’t understand how Jesus rose from...
