¡La Muerte, Ya No Tiene Dominio!

Below is a reflection I wrote for the Farm's Easter newsletter. May the joy of the risen Christ be with you all!

Last night during our weekly Community Night here in La Ceiba, I sat in a circle with the three teenagers with whom I live with this year and reflected on this past Sunday’s gospel reading – the mystery of the Transfiguration (Matthew 17:1-9). On the table in front of us lay a single candle, a cross, and a paper chain. After reading the gospel together, I invited the teenagers to reflect on the transfiguration that they wish to see in our own world, and how they, as people who (like the apostles) have experienced the resplendent Christ and are called to witness Him
to others, each might cultivate that transfiguration in their own lives and hearts and in the world around them.

One by one, the teenagers tore off pieces of the construction-paper chain in front of them representing the shackles of oppression, injustice and sin that enslave us, and spoke aloud their hopes for our world. “Que haya un día en que…” That there might be a day in which… In which all might have a home. In which there will be no violence, and in which all nations know peace. In which no one will go hungry. In which every woman, man and child might be recognized with equal dignity as a person created in the image of the one Living God.

As I listened to these teenagers’ hopes and dreams for the broken, beautiful world they see around them and reflected on my own, and as we, together, reflected on what action we must take in our own hearts to bring these changes about, I couldn’t help but think that perhaps this is what Gandhi meant when he said that we must “be the change we wish to see in the world.” If we want a world that is more peaceful, we must cultivate peace first of all within our own families and our own hearts. If we wish for all to claim their dignity as children of the light, we must begin by recognizing the dignity of the homeless and the hungry outside our door. If we wish for a world in which no one hungers, we must begin by sharing our own food with others.

The prophet Jeremiah writes, “But in this place of which you say it is a waste… there will be heard again the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness… the voices of those who sing.” At the Farm of the Child, we are called to live as an Easter people – a people who live between the “already” and the “not yet” of the Kingdom of God. We witness the suffering Christ in the wounds of our children, in the hungry faces of our neighbors, in our own brokenness and need for healing. At the same time, we wait and work in the joyful hope that comes from the knowledge of what is to come – that three days after the most horrific type of humiliation and suffering, the stone will be rolled away, the tomb will be empty, and death will have no power over life. We envision the transfigured world we wish to see – a world that perhaps is a little more of what God had in mind – and trusting in the empty tomb, in the “slow work” of God, we hope and pray and work tirelessly to bring about this world, a world in which the voices of mirth and gladness
shall sing.

“¡La muerte, ya no tiene dominio!” Death has no power. On Easter Sunday, we will listen to these words spoken from the pulpit, and we will hear them resonate in our own hearts. Christ is
risen, and death no longer has the final word. This Easter, may we come to believe evermore in the power of life over death, and may God grant us the grace to work faithfully and tirelessly
for the transfiguration we wish to see in the world.

Christ is risen, truly risen! Alleluia!