Even as we begin to come out of our isolation, blinking in the sunshine, unsure of what and who is safe, we find ourselves at Easter. We mark resurrection, but are still tentative on whether our world is really resurrected. The year has left us wounded – the walking wounded. The year of “vision” left us seeing things we never wanted to see, doing things in a way we never wanted to do.
The Easter story tells of how the one who showed us the ways of God was wounded too. And even after resurrection, still wounded – showing the wounds to his closest friends. He walked with them, taking his wounds along.
And so we come into our gradual time of return, of resurrecting our lives, bearing our wounds. They don't just disappear. They live with us, and we live with them. The thing to keep remembering is that we DO live, with the wounds.