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EASTER SUNDAY Mark 16:1-8

Background:

This short version of the ending of Mark's Gospel, with the young man's message and the women fleeing from the empty tomb is considered to be the original conclusion of Mark's work. The longer ending with the appearances to some disciples, the commissioning of the eleven, and the ascension, although traditionally accepted as part of the canon, appears to have been composed some time in the second century with a vocabulary and style unlike Mark's. Mark's purpose is to show that the tomb is indeed empty. Jesus has triumphed over death. He has risen and is fulfilling his Last Supper promise to go before his disciples to Galilee. This validates the Good News of Mark's Gospel. Some commentators argue that the women who flee in fear never give this message to the disciples; but there is no evidence to support this theory.

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The Dad wrote a toast/prayer/poem for every holiday and major family event. He knew, as they did, that Easter, 1993 would probably be the last holiday he would share with them. Easter that year was on April 3. On April 14 with his family gathered at his bedside, the Dad entered into the new life which the Resurrection promises.

That year's Easter poem:

Stand tall millions today
with bunny tattoos and baskets,
surrounded by lilies, Easter prayers,
and memories of colored eggs
with my name and yours on them
hidden in every nook and cranny in the house-
in mugs, closets, drawers, the chandelier-
surprising treasures,
not unlike his life.

I miss my church and my people,
uplifting songs-
they were for me anyway-
stories that speak of crowing cocks
and unbeliever claims.

Ah, but ours was a God who rose above it all,
pushing aside rocks and disbelief,
saying to the worst,
"See. Here I am,"
standing tall among us.

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