And when the Book was closed, we thought it was the end but it was the start of the beginning.
Between the crucifixion and the resurrection was a silence that was louder than noise.
So silent we could only read what transpired in the letters.
Instead of travelling straight to Heaven in Aeroflot on Resurrection morning, Jesus chose secret visits to His dispersed and demotivated disciples, incognito.
Incognito?!
After dying unsympathized for and pulling a never-heard-before resurrection the third day, you'd think Jesus, like a Marvel superhero would have showed Himself publicly in the synagogue and give the people a thumb-in-your-eye message.
He probably could have done an I-told-you-so stunt in the face of the Sanhedrin council just to shame them.
Or rather walk up Pilate's boulevard and do a 'say what' pose toward him.
But Jesus didn't.
He chased after Peter to reassure him.
Jack up Thomas into believing.
Ate and taught His disciples.
All, incognito!
No points to prove.
No enemy to disprove.
No score to settle.
That's a strange word to live by I bet you.
But that's vintage Jesus.
Doing but never drawing the attention to Himself.
The world says make noise about your works.
Jesus says, "do and let the works speak."
And today when the noise so much around draws us into inferior noise-making and unwarranted publicity, we will choose the Jesus' pose of going incognito.
A hardball to play.
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