It would be much easier to live a Christian life if the risen Jesus were merely some ghost of his former self, but he is not that.
He has hands and feet, arms and legs;
he is short and tall and of every imaginable build;
his face is male and female;
his voice is loud and soft, encouraging and demanding,
commanding, compelling and consoling.
He lives in those we love and he lives in those we don’t love.
He lives in the young and in the old and in those not yet born.
Today in this church he has hundreds of faces,
each one different and each the same because he wears them all.
Who knows how many times in the past week
did the risen Christ appear to you and me
and ask, in some way, for something to eat, something to drink,
for some gesture on our part to show that we recognize him,
that like the first disciples, we too are witnesses of his resurrection
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