This is an excerpt from my book "The Way of Resurrection – a Wandering Between Easter and Pentecost".

It's originally written in Swedish, and now also translated into English, but not published yet. You may contact me for further info.

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The Way of Resurrection reflects the events after the Resurrection, beginning on the morning of Easter Sunday and extending to the Pentecost, when the disciples, gathered in prayer, are waiting to receive the Holy Spirit.

In the death of Jesus Christ we can recognize our human conditions. Our lives are marked by crosses and opened tombs. The Way of Resurrection is an invitation to follow in the footsteps of Jesus after the crucifixion, a call to conversion, or ”awakening”.

We are called increasingly to open ourselves to God’s light, letting ourselves be filled with Holy Spirit, so that the joy of Resurrection can permeate our lives. In everything that is, no matter what our situation looks like, we can live united with Him who has prepared the way for us. It becomes especially apparent in the Eucharist, when we receive the Resurrected Christ. Every Communion can be a transforming meeting, a halting-place on our Way of Resurrection, where we are drawn ever deeper into the heart of the mystery of faith.


”You have been raised to life with Christ,
so set your hearts on the things that are in heaven,
where Christ sits on his throne at the right side of God.
For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.”
       
(Col 3:1, 3)



IX

The meeting with Jesus at Lake Tiberias

Simon Peter said to the others:
’I am going fishing.’
’We will come with you’, they told him.  Joh 21:3


All ground is holy ground.
Where two or three are gathered
When souls meet in silence    
he is present           
and leaves his peace.
Every meeting can become
a meeting with the Holy One.    
We can become knots
in a living fishing-net
stretched over the whole surface
of the shimmering blue pearl
of the universe:
knots chained together
with golden thread.
We’re truly called
to catch people.



By ourselves
we can’t do anything
but try to hold on,     
to grow into,
become firmly rooted:
we who are
like sprawling branches
that have run wild
yet grafted
into the tree of love.

Our mission
is only
to stay
flexible
to the wind
so that we don’t
wither away
or be broken off.   

Then,
lit by him
who is the light
of the world
and nourished by his
living water,
we can
bear fruit
that endures.

© Charlotte Therese, 1997