And even if people who don't believe in any God prove right in the end, and the whole world just popped into being with no one at the drawing board, I'd still like to live my life as if Love actually mattered more than fear or hate. And even if people who have faith in a loving God prove right in the end, I'd still like to see some evidence of that in the caring, fiercely honest, and radiant lives of those who claim to love God. I'd like to witness theopractice for a change, not hear theology. I'd like to hear less about sinners and more about saints. And even if the Jewish theologians who survived the death camps prove right in the end, and all of our comfortable answers perished forever in those awful places, I'd still like to be able to rejoice in the gift of life on this earth without apologizing for my love of being alive.
Easter is here, the Day of life.
Yes in their daily lives, and who strive to make every day their best Easter. The First Lesson is a poem by the Rumanian poet Paul Celan, who wrote this two years before thies congregation was established, in the year 1952. No one moulds us out of the earth and clay. No one conjures our dust. Praised be your name, no one.