Somewhere I read about a man who disappeared, leaving his wife and children to grieve his loss. Over time, the wife processed his disappearance and assumed death and got on with her life. After several years, she married a fine man who became a good step-father to the children. Fully eight years after his disappearance, the first husband appeared at her front door. He had suffered amnesia and was now ready to pick up where he had left off. I remember what the wife said, "I just wish it wasn't true. We had become accustomed to his death."

In many ways, most ways really, we have become accustomed to the death of Jesus. Oh, we may set aside one Sunday a year to give a brief bow to his historical resurrection but by and large we live as if he were dead. That means we live as if the kingdom really isn't in our midst. That means we live as if we really don't believe in Easter. We live as if we know all the answers. Indeed, for many Christians, that is precisely what Christianity is all about...having all the answers. I would suggest that Christianity is about not having all the answers. Christianity is about living in expectation. Christianity is about living with the sense that at any moment Christ will show up on our doorstep and our lives will be turned upside down...again.