Easter Sunday from Sicily

I'm in Sicily and blogging absentee. Since vacation prohibits me from writing anything more ambitious than directions to the hydrofoil, I'm rerunning an Easter post I made three years ago when Box Octo was young and I launching a fresh novel. On the right, temple ruins at Tindari.

Happy Easter!

From Easter Sunday 2007
Easter is a big deal in my latest novel. There's a character named Easter; a little girl who's killed by a drunk driver -- her aunt, actually. Someone with the best of intentions, but very bad judgment. The title of the book, The Secret Sisters, refers to the women who went to Jesus’ tomb on the third morning after the crucifixion and found the tomb empty.

"Why do you seek the living among the dead?" angels asked them. "He is not here. He is risen."

Two thousand years after the angels posed that question to the Secret Sisters, I’m wondering the same thing. And I wanted to ask that question with this book. Are we looking for God in all the wrong places?

Too many people of all religions -- many with the best of intentions but very bad judgment -- seek God among dead teachings that spout God's name, but were designed by men to divide and control.

God is not there.

He is among the living. The loving. The open-minded. The practitioners of daily loving-kindness. He rises up with the peace-makers and the forgivers and the healers.

I know that my redeemer lives. As surely as I know the sun has already risen on the flipside of the cold, rainy skies this morning. It fills me with enormous hope.


Gillian Layne said…
Happy Easter!
Mylène said…
May you have the roundest, sweetest day, my friend!

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