I wish I could bottle resurrection.

The moment Mary Magdelene realized Jesus was alive again!

The moment in Church when the air is electrified by the Divine Presenece!

The moment when the past loses its grip on me and I am free to be all that I am, fully loved and fully loving.

I wish I could bottle resurrection

because the day after Easter always comes.

Because death always creeps back into our vocabulary.

Because a man married for over 60 years still has to make the hard decision: his wife needs more help than he can give her and she can no longer live in his home.

I wish I could bottle resurrection so in the face of the mundane and in the face of desperate heart break, I could open it up and feel the cool breeze of new life.