It is amazing what can happen in a few years. I apologize for being vague but stick with me. No, this isn’t some happy nostalgic post, I’m actually at a loss for words. I am just not sure how something can go from epic to nonexistent. But I guess that’s the way of things when they are based off of people rather than ideas. But ideas can be just as empty and problematic so I just don’t know what to say or do.

But despite how things have been, tonight was good. It felt like old times and for a minute it was like I was in college again and this was just one out of many weeks. It didn’t matter that a conclusion wasn’t reached, in fact, I think that was a strength. Its a reminder that things are always in flux. Sure it may not be what it once was, but that does not mean it can’t become something new.

And isn’t that the beauty of life? Isn’t that the beauty of the event?

John Caputo once wrote,

“The divinity that shows through Jesus consists not in a demonstration of might but in a complete reversal of our expectations culminating in the most stunning reversal of all.”

That reversal is not simply bringing metaphoric life out of death. It isn’t some ideological resurrection. It flips your world upside down. I don’t think it’s hope that I need tonight. It’s doubt. Right now that’s the reversal. If I don’t embrace something for what it is I’ll never be moved to do something about it. Not because I have some idealized depiction of how it could turn out but because I doubt anything will exist.

I guess what I am saying is that not knowing the ending has a profound effect on how you live. I wonder if the same would be true of Christianity. What if we didn’t “know” about the resurrection? Would it change the way you or I acted if we didn’t know the ending?