A blog entitled “We Are All Carpenter’s Kids” should surely have an Easter post, and I am sorry it didn’t. Wherever you woke up Easter morning, the tomb was empty. Whether you celebrated in one of the world’s richer countries or one of the world’s poorer countries, the tomb was empty.
Last week Brigid, the 15 year old daughter of my best friend Maggie, was in a car hit by a drunk driver. She sustained some fairly serious injuries and was taken immediately to a nearby hospital in Portland, Oregon. She received excellent medical care, has had successful surgery, and though her recovery will be long and painful, she should be heading home today.
Last week, Carpenter’s Kid Aidan Chitawo, also 15, sought treatment for an intestinal blockage that has plagued him for at least a year. I can’t describe the tremendous efforts of his caretakers, including my ever-pastoral, tireless colleagues at the CK office, to obtain care for him. I can’t describe it because I only know the fraction of it- transportation, money, medicines, facilities, accommodations. Aidan died on Thursday, at the third facility to which he was taken, far from his home in the village of Makanda.
The empty tomb promises the ‘resurrection of the body and the life of the world to come.’ It does not promise justice for the bodies and lives we have now. That’s up to us. And not just the Us in the world’s richer countries. And not just the Us in the world’s poorer countries. All of Us. All of Us.