What I really want to know is why this “love” so often doesn't look like love; why this “faith” doesn’t look like faith. Would they say, "It's not about what love looks like, it's about what I believe"?
Perhaps the lesson of Easter still stands: no stone, no guards, no jeering crowds, no pious bureaucracy, no political compromise will ever hold back, or even begin to contain the living Truth.
Many of Jesus’ followers were angry. They had been anticipating the culmination of what God had promised, that once again the land would be theirs. But now they were subjects of the Roman Empire.
We say we want to change the world. But deep down, we want to raise up human cement trucks that further entrench the very worst of our habits and systemic injustices.