Resurrecting Power: The Sun God Returns
Christ has risen from the dead. "He was shining as bright as lightning, and his clothes were white as snow."
The fight has been raging on for so long, for what feels like an eternity.
Yet, you continue onward. Fighting to live fully to live freely to liberate others from death and see their needs met equally. And you have sacrificed it all— yourself, your flesh, your peace, your rest —since the beginning. Though a smile of fierce determination spreads across your unfazed face, The pain still maintains its unrelenting fury. You’ve been in this struggle for too long. Hours have passed. Days drag on for so long. Months… years… eons, still, the battle rages on.
Now, this is the end. Now, you’re on the brink of it all. Death of life. Death of the ego. Death of the soul. Death of the old. It'll be the death of you.
Minutes pass at a snail's pace as the Soul and Spirit prepare to divide You hold onto some outside mercy, some small extension of grace, knowing you must in order for all to survive, Knowing it’s all a part of the plan, that a necessary change, forced by a divine hand moves even if you don’t live to see the fruit the labor is valuable like a caterpillar metamorphosing deep within in its cocoon, awaiting its time to break through to break free to become to awaken renewed.
The fading life force in you hopes against all hope— you hope it’s not the end. like a butterfly, like a baby in gestation, you hope a rebirth will soon begin.
But for now, you’re still dying. At least, it feels like it. You're desperately clinging to life. At least, what's left of it. The blood that smears your face, the sweat that rolls down your cheeks like grooves between cracks, the tears washing away the symptoms and struggles of life all go tumble down like rain In one lonely night the fight in you begins to drain the color of your melanin begins to fade the ragged breath in your strained lungs clung to your ribs until it catches in your dried throat as your tongue ties on your final words.
No punch you’ve thrown has stuck. No kick you’ve struck has landed long enough to keep your Enemy down— for good. No tearful demand, no righteous command you’ve made has been adhered to or won. You’ve run out of all other options but the one— Surrender.
You tried. You really did. You didn't succumb to fear, even though at times you were scared. You did not run and hide, though your feet sometimes failed you. You slipped and stumbled, but you did not fall. You wrestled and struggled with the Adversary of all and stood your ground even as you fist and feet were brutally punctured on the earthly plane. No, you don't give up. Not for a second do you dare consider your loss the end.
But you’re tired. Exhausted. Your strength fails, for you are dying. Though the fire within still flickers strong with its final embers of your life's last dawn. You relax your muscles and slacken your jaw bones go limp in surrender of your final breath to death.
Suddenly, Everything STOPS.
The roaring of your bloodstream in your eardrums, the drumbeat on your heart in your chest. The whistling of the wailing wind around you, the feeling of the ground beneath your legs. Everything fades away. So, the Enemy thinks he’s won.
Then—
A miracle happens.
Your heart beats. Once. Twice. Pitter-patter. Clang and clash. Thrum and thump. The sound does its own rhythmic dance. A different drum pattern hammers anew within you, a teeming stream of consciousness flows. A steady river, an ocean wave, a vast and bountiful sea of new life moves through you.
A divine sound echoes a change through your fiercely beating heart. Awaken, oh sweet Soul! Your heart beats louder. Wilder. Freer with a new song.
You feel a change all the way down to your bones. It seeps through your muscles, tissue, fat, and sinews. Your lungs, once deflated, now fill again with the breath of life— new and not solely your own. The soul of the Divine meets you and greets you in a warm embrace. Oh, Sun God You have Awakened! Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here but has risen. Shining brighter than the full moon.
You are alive. You are YOU but not yourself— not anymore. You are free. You are boundless in all your ways. You have Ascended, oh, you brilliant God, you have Awakened!
You went to Hell and back to humiliate. Who could stop the work they did not begin? Who can kill power they did not create? Oh, Hardship, where is your sting? Oh, Death, where is your grave? You are liberated. You unstoppable force of nature, are free.
The sun rises and shines over you, The earth trembles at your feet and bends to your will on its own, The world is your footstool Your crown, the clouds around your throne.
The heavens cry out to you and you call all of creation your home. The light shines over the darkness as you take claim of your colorful throne.
How ridiculous is that? The radical who outlived death now has the power to resurrect and change the world. You are God. You are King. You are Everything. As the Great Light of the Redeemer has resurrected, risen, and lives, indeed. Let the Sun be lifted up for the rest of our days. Let the fire burn on inside our hearts inflame the fight for life, liberty, and love to be continued.
