March 31, 2013 by Isaac Hovet
Happy Resurrection Day.
Today, Christians around the world are celebrating what others consider to be fairytale, myth, legend or worse: a conspiracy.
The resurrection of Jesus is an audacious claim, but today I am not focusing on the robust apologetics supporting the claims of Christians.
Instead, I am marveling at how the truth and grace of God causes me to be more real, more visceral, more in touch with this world than ever before.
On the way home last night I didn’t insert my tape deck-iPod adapter in to listen to music. instead, an AM radio station was ‘tuned’ in. After listening to the talk show for a few minutes, I realized I was listening to a rerun of a conspiracy theory radio talk show from the 1990’s. Bill Clinton was still in office and this host and his guests were speculating about the real story behind an airliner crash. They were demanding the facts, but obviously more entertained by their own imaginations and the subtle thrill of pretend.
As I drove I was struck by the appeal of conspiracy. I was struck by the appeal of illusions. It was a relatively warm spring evening, the sun was fading and the sky was providing a backlight for the striking array of Oregon trees lining the neighborhoods of Cottage Grove. I recalled my many days spent as a youth, still striving to achieve, make it, survive or thrive in a pretend world that was being created around me.
A world of easy answers
A world of performance
A world of shame
The more that God’s grace and mercy and truth has gripped my heart and mind, the more I find that I simply don’t swim in those murky waters. I’m really being transformed into someone who is much more aware of what is true.
Sometimes I grow weary of how out of touch others seems to be. Some adopt a Christian belief, but still get caught up in imaginings and conspiracy. Others are using the system of Christianity to continue the performance game by looking to appear better than their fellow forgiven and sainted sinners.
And, you know what? I am tempted to do the same. The lure of pretend or of performance is familiar to me. Today, I am resting in how in touch I get to be through the power of the resurrection.
No more AM radio life for me. I am free to walk in today.