The time to plant is on Good Friday Corona when the spade of change turns over the soil of your life, breaks it up, fragments your world so the seed of potential can be planted. When Corona comes, can Easter (spring) be far behind?
But Easter is not a reenactment. Easter, the living Easter, is not remembering, not an affirmation of faith, and not a holiday and a church service. Easter is not a duty. Easter is not a hunt. Easter is when death and life are held together in one Act, in one Intention, which the Cross represents. But the Cross of Easter as a creative burst of renewal in your life is not referenced to the past. Like a recipe to be tried in your kitchen, you have to use what’s in your kitchen. You cannot go to the History Store and get the ingredients from the Bible. You have to use your everyday life as the ingredients for the Easter recipe.
You use your hurt, you use your mental and emotional states, you use your pain, your suffering of the Cross for the ingredients of Easter. Life is suffering. Life is a cross. You must use the suffering you have for the resurrection, for the rebirth, and for the spring burst of life and renewal.
Jesus and the Cross are both history, something that happened in the past, but that reference is not his transformative power. Like medicine in a bottle, you have to take the medicine not just read and believe in the label. The medicine in the Easter Bottle is that you choose to suffer. You welcome Corona. You invite, and your practice inviting, welcoming all that is given to you. You welcome both the waxing and waning moon, both the up and the down of your life. You welcome, you get on willingly the emotional roller coaster of the news and your everyday life. You joyfully participate in the Cross by not resisting what’s given, by not resisting Corona (metaphor).
While there is a gap between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, there is no gap in the application of Easter, in turning Friday into Sunday. When upset happens, when the Cross happens, let not the Friday thought be entertained. This is not bad. This is Good Friday, Good death, Good upset…for it is in this Friday that Sunday is born. In this sunset, the sunrise is also born. They dance together like Fred and Ginger Rogers.