Can there really be such a thing as resurrection? Can all that was good, loved and valued really be restored? Aren’t the dreams we hoped in for love, peace, and justice for everyone better left behind as childish and foolish ambitions? Haven’t we all witnessed that  embracing such a foolish Way will only leave us bruised, cursed, and destroyed? Oh so utterly destroyed.

I do not want to dream too big again. I have found that such grand dreams are just that much easier to crush.  Perhaps there is a way of holding on to some of that goodness and not throwing baby out with the baptism water of such a complete embrace of the Way? For how can such a Way claim victory if it is  snuffed out by the kind of real strength capable of protecting its own interests by whatever means necessary? Oh, but these two ways are so opposed to one another how can they really coexist?

Perhaps the ways of the world really are simply more practical and realistic? The strong survive the longest as they posses the power to take what they need? Survival of the fittest, kill or be killed.  Do we really have any other choice?

I once watched a Dreamer closely as I followed him, but I watched his dreams die with him too. I learned from him that to find solidarity with the least in the world, those easily trampled on and oppressed, will only lead to sharing their same cursed fate.

Would not charity be better than solidarity? Wouldn’t it be smarter and safer to reach down even with our short arms from the high ground we have secured?  Wouldn’t it be better to just pull up those few we can reach rather than abandon our security and meet the masses on the bottom; and die with them? What good can I do if I am dead? How can this really be the Way? What good can the Dreamer do dead? Why did the Dreamer insist that it was our humanity that is at stake? Isn’t it enough just to survive?

Oh, but I hear the words of that dead Dreamer in my mind asking me to consider carefully what is gained and what is lost when acquired by the means of the ways of the world? Yet even though the Dreamer has lost his life, how can I rest in the modus operandi of the world after allowing myself to indulge in the imagination of the Dreamer? There seems to be no good news available and every choice a hopeless one.  In my despair I can only imagine some kind of escape pod that can take me far away from this world.

But I hear some saying the Dreamer is back from the dead and is the first fruit of all of his dreams.  How can this be? I’ll believe it when I see it. When I can touch it and better make sense of how life can somehow magically spring from the fatal wounds of love that finds solidarity with those that are cursed; then I will believe.

Can there really be such a thing as resurrection? An escape pod would be much easier to believe. That way I could be content to lock my door and stay safe in my room away from the suffering and nastiness of the world until such a salvation rescued me. Waiting to be sent out of the world is far easier that being sent into it. Perhaps I could muster enough courage to occasionally crack my door and invite those nearby who look safe to come in with me until our salvation comes?  Because believing in some kind of “afterlife” following death in this forsaken world is one thing, but believing that life comes from embracing suffering and death is altogether inconceivable.

A possible escape from this crazy world I can swallow a bit easier, but resurrecting it and restoring it in the Way of the Dreamer is much, much harder to believe – yet I can’t help but to wonder what might happen if I actually dared to believe anyway?

Can such dreams really be embraced in a world of flesh and blood even after we have seen a perfect embrace  put to death? Can there really be such a thing as resurrection?