It is Easter: the resurrection, or the rebirth, if you will, of Christ the King. It is a celebration of life’s triumph over death.
I remember as a kid and even into adulthood, not liking those churches that emphasized the suffering, by putting a huge, bloody Jesus with a crown of thorns at the center of everything. Like that was all his life was about.
I even have a tough time getting through that part of the Gospels where he is beaten and then dies on the Cross. Hurts my heart a little knowing that folks, who knew not what they did, would harm some one as beautiful as Christ.
But that is why we have Easter, to remind us that Christ conquered all suffering, and that we can too if we follow his teachings.
My girlfriend I went to a wonderful bluegrass concert at a local high school tonight. We have some real talent in this area.
Anyway I have a few ghosts left floating around over at that school. It was where I was molested as a kid by my Judo instructor. Those painful memories are a major part of what left me on the streets some 30 years after the original event. Those scars were pretty deep.
But that is what Christ is for, we invite him into our sore spots knowing full well he has suffered too and knows just what we are going through. There was a time I thought Christ maybe couldn’t love me because all of my flaws and mess ups through my life.
I had some painful memories sort of rise up in me a little and then just drift away as I was holding my girlfriends hand tonight. Kind touch is such a miracle, it can overcome a lot of grievances in and of itself. Christ also healed with touch, transferring God’s love from one human to the other.
I am going through a little resurrection myself as those old wounds get healed up. I recently took a job writing the news for a radio group here in town, and am having the kind of life I was meant to have all along; a joyful one.
When I was on the streets in the south, too messed up and scared to talk to anybody, the radio and Bible were my only friends. Christ himself was my friend too of course, and if not for him I would not be here.
But being out there all by myself, well, the radio was helpful; just to hear the human voice and feel the human emotions was a blessing. I am grateful for those five dollar Wal-Mart transistors you used to be able to pick up for $5 dollars.
But us humans, we need each other, I would have died out there eventually if it was just me and the radio, and I count my blessings to be surrounded by family and friends. The kinder we can be to ourselves and to each other, well the more joy we will have in our lives.
My point is it feels good to be working in the radio, to maybe give back a little to a medium that truly helped me. Dennis Miller has a radio show and I especially liked listening to it on the streets. He talks politics but also brings the humor.
I laugh a lot these days, because I am happy, and every time I have a big belly laugh I can feel some of that old grieve and grime having to clear out because there ain’t no room for it anymore.
I want to add a Hobo Metaphysic about suffering: to suffer is not to suffer, not suffering is suffering. We are designed to feel our feelings folks and we all experience losses and shames and angers. To go ahead a feel sad when we lose someone or something that is good. But to try and resist our fears our shames and our grief’s, to hold onto them, to try and not feel, well in my mind that leads to death. So go ahead and feel the beauty of suffering knowing full well there is not one thing that rugged cross inside you can not bare.
The resurrected Christ, resurrected me; he is my redeemer and friend. He is yours too if you will allow it. God Bless you folks and Happy, Exalted Easter. Hobo John here, I love you with everything that I have that is my motto, my mantra and the truth of things.
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