What a fascinating, terrifying age we live in, where little boys who never grew up sit astride apocalyptic powers, trying to live into the death-dealing dreams of their grandfathers, and millions of lives hang in the balance.
This is the culture of death writ large in a world crafted by the long-deceased. The dead teach and lead the dead.
But we resist the Culture of Death. God’s radical hope is not waiting around for us to grow up. The New Life has already arisen and walks and lives among us, calling us forth from the tombs, as the old song goes.
This is the paradox of Easter:
Life renewed in the face of the Culture of Death.
Courage, my sisters and brothers.