Thoughts on Easter
Apr 02, 2010
Joseph Bayly, the author of the poem below, told this story:
One day, flying from Chicago to Los Angeles, he engaged the woman sitting next to him in conversation. She was a little over 40, well dressed, and quite articulate. He asked, “Where are you from?” She said, “From Palm Springs.”
Knowing Palm Springs to be a city of the rich and famous, he asked, “What’s Palm Springs like?” Being perceptive, she answered, “Palm Springs is a beautiful place filled with unhappy people.”
To which he asked, “Are you unhappy?”
She said, “Yes, I certainly am.”
“Why?” he asked.
She said, “I can answer it in one word, and that word is mortality. Until I was 40, I had perfect eyesight. Shortly after, I went to the doctor because I couldn’t see as well as I could before. Ever since that time, these corrective glasses have been a sign to me that not only are my eyes wearing out, but I’m wearing out. Some day I’m going to die. I really haven’t been happy since that time.”
Contrast that with the words of this poem he wrote:
Let’s celebrate Easter with the rite of laughter.
Christ died and rose and lives.
Laugh like a woman who holds her first baby.
Our enemy death will soon be destroyed.
Laugh like a man who finds he doesn’t have cancer, or he does, but now there’s a cure.
Christ opened wide the door of heaven.
This world is owned by God, and he’ll return to rule.
Laugh like a man who walks away uninjured from a wreck in which his car was totaled.
Laugh as if all the people in the whole world were invited to a picnic and then invite them.
Joseph Bayly, Psalms of My Life