We have just through Easter and we are now in the season of Eastertide, the 50 day celebration of resurrection. And that’s lovely but I think for a lot of us that are steeped in the evangelical industrial complex our relationship with Easter can feel a little complicated.
Sure,  we love resurrection and we are glad Jesus died “for us” but sometimes there is this niggling feeling like it doesn’t quite add up.
God is the source of this beautiful story of triumph and life and all the different ways that this story takes root in us but why did it happen in the first place?
If resurrection was always the goal does that mean a death always had to happen and if that always had to happen, who gets credit, or perhaps better said, the blame for that death?