He has risen
These are words I am still trying to make sense of: “He is risen” goes so far beyond what is acceptable to common sense, as to put the very idea of common sense into scandal. Everything that you have seen or heard dying, stays then dead, for as long as you watch or listen. Or is revived, perhaps, by a medicine man or other miracle worker; but does not revive himself. If he did, it would be fair to say that the world has turned over. This is what happened.
That He was and is God, I can accept, yet it is the least surprising of His theological aspects. What is more shocking is that this God, who evidently exists — one God, I should think, in no more than one universe — has deigned us worth the conversation. For that universe is large, and I think we can prove it is large; and we the tiniest speck in that immensity. Our size alone would make us worth ignoring. The very existence of life, on any scale, within this immensity, seems small, exceptional, and proportionally very close to nothing. To us, the comparison may seem quite extreme. But to God. …
We cannot know what remarkable things exist, and to be found, eventually, later. But we can know how astounding it is for us to be here. And too, how astounding the love that has touched us.