So we shouldn't be surprised if we too have to make more than one trip to the tomb. Meet me someplace else, someplace different, someplace new, someplace far ahead of where you are today. If I mention darkness in the midst of Easter joy, it is only to remind us that the essence of Easter joy is a foreign thing, a hard thing, a mysterious contradiction. The essence of Easter joy is newness, sheer originality. Resurrection is not revival or resuscitation.
Resurrection is like a word with no cognates, a territory with no markers.
There is, however, one mystery of Easter we can clear up today. We know where it is. The body of Christ is also on our table, here, and soon it will be in our hands and on our lips. His body is also in the world wherever his kin suffer, wherever they cry, wherever the good news is practiced towards the poor as well as preached to them. There's nothing hidden or mysterious about where his body is, unless of course we decide to hide the sight of it from ourselves.