So, it is mid-morning on Easter Sunday and I’m sitting in a little market square in the little hilltop village of Cirauqui. I had a pleasant evening yesterday chatting to other pilgrims and I’m starting to notice that many of them are in the “finding myself” camp. A lot of spiritual language is used but often in a New-Age sort of way.
Cirauqui Market Square
It’s funny really and also a little bit sad. They are on a walk originally created by people who had the answer. Everywhere you look, the answer is there, by the roadside, on the top of churches, in little shrines. I don’t know why the world tries to over complicate everything – perhaps it is because we all want to think that we are super clever and can access a secret that others can’t possibly understand.
As CS Lewis said, Jesus was either bad (a manipulative liar), a lunatic or he was who said he was. All the modern received politically correct wisdom is that he was a good teacher, a wise example, a Jewish Gandhi or Mandela or maybe a Galilean Richard Branson etc – and that kind of lazy assertion can be blown out of the water by 5 minutes examination of the evidence.
So all this finding and searching gets boiled down to one question. Who was Jesus? Answer that one and all the other big questions in life get answered too. Because if you believe that God reached out to rescue us and that the tomb was empty on that first Easter morning then everything has changed and everything in life, in the end, is ok. I do believe that and therefore I’m not on a pilgrimage to find anything. I’m on a pilgrimage because I’ve been found.
Happy Easter!
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