Easter Morning Reflection

I can't ever say I've been proud of the inconsistencies between the Gospels as they relate the Resurrection. Today, however, I see that the inconsistencies themselves are of an infinite beauty and bespeak of a deeply human reaction, one that lasts not just for decades but for millennia. Not only are the participants plural and singular, all confused, disbelieving bickering the believing, but the authors themselves seem to be befuddled. The Event itself is so stupefying, so disorienting, so confusing, so unnatural, so illogical that the written accounts themselves suffer from the same inconsistencies of numerous people who just witnessed the same event; they're conflicting but they've all been deeply affected, eternally affected, by a plane crash right before their eyes.

The word cannot unify this radical disjuncture, this fissure, this gap and division in the world. Concerted and otherwise faithful accounts can't get it or get it right. Is this not the sword that Jesus promised to bring? The splitting of the world, the pulling of the earth from its sun? Is this not the schizophrenic war machine that fights against all the unificatory and dominational effects of State, socius, and subjectivity? Should we be so glib about this revolution?

If God died on a cross. If "Life--More Life!" is even the motto of the creator of Life. If no word, no logos, no community, no organization, no fraternity can grasp the disjuncture and extremity of the Event. If all things are made new, if all things are reversed, turned on their heads -- Have we not entered an entirely new world, one that all of man's sin tries to cover up, suture, heal? Is not everything different because of it? Do any of our previous reckonings, our valuations, our moralities, or thinkings work now?

"This is the beginning of what language was created to fail to express."