By Kris Baker
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April 23, 2025
SCRIPTURE Luke 2:13-17 Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him. He asked them, “What are you discussing together as you walk along?” WORDS OF HOPE In the last few days, we have experienced the Passion, Death, and Resurrection of Christ. If we have been fully present to these days of Holy Week and Easter, we have encountered many emotions, with the faith that now we are each filled with resurrection joy and hope. Like those on the road to Emmaus we too are thinking and talking about everything that has just happened. I often wonder exactly what words the disciples used to talk about their firsthand experiences with the Passion, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus. Though I like to think that I have the words to express what is in my thoughts and on my heart, as I bask in the resurrection light, I find my own words inadequate to describe the journey I have just made—a journey from darkness to light, doubt to faith, despair to hope, and sadness to joy. As today marks both the birth and death dates of William Shakespeare (April 23, 1564-1616), it seems fitting to turn to poetry as a way to help digest and “discuss” what many of us may be feeling as we make our way through Easter Week. These are the words of Brazilian theologian Rubern Alves (1933-2014). What is Hope? What is hope? It is a presentiment that imagination is more real and reality less real than it looks. It is a hunch that the overwhelming brutality of facts that oppress and repress is not the last word. It is a suspicion that reality is more complex than realism wants us to believe and that the frontiers of the possible are not determined by the limits of the actual and that in a miraculous and unexpected way life is preparing the creative events which will open the way to freedom and resurrection.... The two, suffering and hope, live from each other. Suffering without hope produces resentment and despair, hope without suffering creates illusions, naiveté, and drunkenness.... Let us plant dates even though those who plant them will never eat them. We must live by the love of what we will never see. This is the secret discipline. It is a refusal to let the creative act be dissolved in immediate sense experience and a stubborn commitment to the future of our grandchildren. Such disciplined love is what has given prophets, revolutionaries and saints the courage to die for the future they envisaged. They make their own bodies the seed of their highest hope. Source: Hijos de Maoana (Tomorrow’s Children), Rubem Alves, Salamanca, Spain: Ediciones Sigueme, 1976. We each have a unique story of our journey with Christ. Each of our stories demands unique words. And, those words may change each time we experience the the Resurrection story. My hope for myself and for each of you is that during this Eastertide, we each take time in prayer and meditation to find our words, to write our stories on our hearts, and speak them out into the world as seeds of love. PRAYER Creator God, you are the author of my story. As I journey through these days, help me to discover the depths of your love and grace. Teach me to walk humbly in your footsteps, to live with purpose, and to carry your light and love into the world. Amen. DEVOTION AUTHOR Kris Baker Order of St. Francis and St. Clare