Following is an approximate transcription of the vocal ministry I offered during worship at Homewood Friends Meeting on “the day the world calls Easter,” 2010.
I’m experiencing the Resurrection story in a novel way this morning. Today, I am the earth, the place where events happen, the source of raw materials, the silent and seemingly powerless witness to human activity. I see the light of my life, the love of my heart, walking in human form upon my harsh surface. And I see human nature—which is my nature, too, for I am humus—rise up and seize him. And then, using my tree and my ore and my stone, human nature crucifies him. And I tremble as I see this, as I watch him die.
Still trembling, I watch it take him down from the cross, drag him into one of my empty places, and seal the opening with a stone. I tremble so violently that I am quaking. But soon my shaking breaks loose the stone, which shatters as it falls. And I see then that as a result of my quaking, of my reaction to the horrors of the dark side of human nature, I have made of his tomb a womb, releasing his spirit into the world.