A note to myself:

Congratulations on someone else’s resurrection.

Congratulations on Christ’s finished work. He ran you down from behind. You tried to fight him off with reason and busy schedules and dress clothes, but it was all treason against heaven. And Christ still had joy to finish his work, so congratulations.

Congratulations on your transfer. Spheres, domains, powers, spirits: there is no language sufficient to articulate the depth of decay, fully engrossing your previous version, now replaced by the divine, fully invested in you. Again, that is worth congratulating.

Congratulations on dead relationships. Specifically, good job on perpetuating the act of crucifixion—not the art nor the form nor the control, but choosing to yoke yourself to the Son. You are weak and fickle. His leadership is your salvation, so congratulations.

Congratulations on finally meeting your neighbor. You stumbled and fell on the cornerstone. And when your composure scattered into the ground, you finally saw the Son writing in the dust: beggars, beautician, homeless, homemaker, addict, administrator, criminal, chief officer, nurse, neighbor. There is no other salt but you, so congratulations.

Congratulations on not overestimating yourself. The meek will lay claim to the new earth. Only a perfect judge can have the final word.

Congratulations on boasting in the empty crucifix. The cross shamed and tortured and terminated. No effort of yours tore the veil.

Congratulations and Happy Easter!