Baffled is such a terrific word. It sounds like it feels.
When I'm baffled it feels like cotton candy in my head.
Not a pleasant sensation.
It's been one week since we celebrated Easter and Walter Brueggeman's prayer is a good fit in light of today's infamous Doubting Thomas gospel reading...
”Christ is Risen He is risen indeed! We are
baffled by the very Easter claim we voice. Your new life fits none of our
categories. We wonder and stew and argue, and add clarifying adjectives
like “spiritual” and “physical.” But we remain baffled, seeking clarity and
explanation, we who are prosperous, and full and safe and tenured. We are
baffled and want explanations.
But there are those not baffled,
but stunned by the news, stunned while at minimum wage jobs; stunned while
the body wastes in cancer; stunned while the fabric of life rots away in
fatigue and despair; stunned while unprosperous and unfull and unsafe and
untenured . . . Waiting only for you in your Easter outfit, waiting for
you to say, “Fear not, it is I.” Deliver us from our bafflement and our many
explanations. Push us over into stunned need and show yourself to us
lively. Easter us in honesty, Easter us in fear; Easter us in
joy, and let us be Eastered. Amen.”