Resurrection Is Resistance

Let’s go ahead and lay our cards on the communion table:
I don’t read the Easter story literally. I don’t need to.

Because if you’re paying attention, the power of this story doesn’t live in whether a corpse took a Sunday stroll.

It lives in the fact that Empire tried to silence Love – and failed.
It lives in the truth that unjust systems can bury the oppressed, but resurrection is what happens when the buried refuse to stay put.
It lives in the sacred subversion that says:
“You can crucify the body, but you can’t kill the movement.”

And that, my friends, is resistance with a capital R.

And if that rattles your theology more than the actual injustice that nailed him to a cross, maybe it's time to flip some tables of your own.

Easter is not about a divine Houdini act.
It’s about the empire trying to bury Love and Love refusing to stay dead.

The Cross Was an Execution, Not a Redemption Plan

Let’s stop pretending the cross was part of some divine blood payment scheme.
Jesus wasn’t a cosmic guilt offering. He was a political threat.

He flipped tables.
He fed the hungry without a license.
He broke purity codes with every dusty foot he washed and every untouchable hand he held.
He built a table big enough for the unclean, the unworthy, and the unwanted.

And for that, the state killed him.
The religious elite co-signed it.
And the crowd, conditioned by fear, went along with it.

Easter Isn’t a Fairytale – It’s a Fight Song

This story isn’t gentle. It’s not soft. It doesn’t wear pastels.

It’s a protest chant echoing through a borrowed tomb.
It’s Love refusing to let Empire have the last word.

And here’s the kicker:
That kind of resurrection?
It doesn’t stay stuck in the first century.

It’s every time a Black mother in Mississippi fights for justice her town refuses to see.
It’s every drag queen who walks proud down a street lined with sneers.
It’s every Indigenous water protector chaining themselves to the machinery of greed.
It’s the queer teen who survives a church hellbent on silencing them.
It’s every teacher, nurse, volunteer, and protester who refuses to play nice with injustice.

That’s resurrection.
That’s Love unburied.

Resurrection Isn't About Escaping – It’s About Showing Up

Let’s be clear:
Resurrection isn’t about getting beamed up to heaven.
It’s about bringing heaven crashing into earth, kicking down the tomb doors of fear, bigotry, and despair.

It’s not pie-in-the-sky theology. It’s dirt-under-your-nails justice.
It’s rolling away the stone yourself because systems don’t give up power without a push.

And no, it doesn’t mean suffering magically disappears.

It means suffering doesn’t get to win.
It means the death-dealers don’t get the last word.
It means even when they crucify Love, Love still comes back swinging.
It means the story isn’t over.

That even when Love is lynched by empire –
It still finds a way to rise.

And if that’s not hope, I don’t know what is.

So Here’s the Real Easter Invitation:

Resurrection is not a memory.
It’s a movement.

Don’t just celebrate resurrection.
Participate in it.
Wherever systems kill the spirit –
Resurrect it.
Wherever Empire deals in fear –
Love louder.
Wherever hope’s been buried –
Roll away the stone.

So rise up.
Speak out.
And for God’s sake – for Love’s sake – stop waiting on heaven and start resurrecting justice right here, right now.

Because no matter how deep they bury it,
Love always finds a way to rise.