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Ah,
the morning of the first day of the week. The Passover Seder is a memory. So is
the unpleasant mob action which nearly spoiled the holiday. It is so frustrating when
self-appointed prophets with charisma have to be “dealt with” so close
to such a special family time. But the memory is fading as the festivities of
the holy week continue to unfold with traditional correctness. Sunlight streams through the
windows. Breakfast is ready.
I
do not know any cuss words in Hebrew, Aramaic, Latin, or Greek; but, honestly,
I would like to have been on hand to hear the first ones to come from the High
Priest’s mouth, when someone interrupted his scrambled eggs with the report that history had just turned against him. Even more, I would have
loved to have seen the exchanged glances among some of the weekend’s professional rioters, when a breathless cohort burst through the door and spoiled
their early morning wine with the words, “He’s gone!…or…back!!”
All in all the response of many may have been the second most pregnant “Oh oh” of history. The first
happened somewhere in the arc of a tossed remnant of eaten fruit as it left sticky
fingers and landed on hallowed ground. It is an “Oh oh” which repeats itself day after day, hour after hour, as
souls slip into that hated Prophet's unwanted presence; and it will be replaced by the third and
greatest “Oh oh,” in the first seconds
of the Prophet's un-secret and un-meek return to claim full right to HIS-story as Son of God,
King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.
However,
amid the “Oh oh’s,” are many voices,
scorned in their day but a triumphant host on that coming day, whose eyes brighten
and hopes soar with an emphatic, “Ohhhhhhh
YES!” at the message:
HE IS RISEN!
HE IS RISEN, INDEED!
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