Where Did We Hide Him?

It’s Easter Sunday. 

 ”¹⁰Then the disciples went back to their homes, ¹¹but Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb ¹²and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.

 ¹³They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”

   ”They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” ¹⁴At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus”.  John Ch 20: 10-14.

“We’ve bound Him up in huge leather bibles.

 Locked Him in behind heavy oak doors.

Frozen Him with cold stone pillars.

Prettied Him with weekly flowers.

The real challenge, the real offer

fudged by prayer books used for years.

The Bridegroom weeps for these His children.

Stoney set, sun-baked, clay in His hands.

Where did we hide Him?

Limited to institution

a man who came to break them down.

Hemmed in by the constitution

a man who hated petty rules.

I came here looking for the Christ the Son of God.

I got deafened by the silence.

I couldn’t see for all the words.”

From “Where Did We Hide Him?” by Eden Burning.