They say that my son is a criminal. They have locked him up in prison. They have sentenced him to death.
I don’t understand any of it. He did not murder anyone. He did not steal anything. He did not lie, or cheat, or rape. He did not start fires, or assault people.
But tomorrow, they are going to kill him.
They won’t even let me visit him. I tried to see him, but they wouldn’t hear of it. I asked the prison guards but they just laughed. I wanted to tell him that I love him. I wanted to tell him that I know he is innocent, that nothing anyone says can change my love. But they wouldn’t let me.
2. He is Dead
It is done. They have done it. My heart is destroyed.
They killed my son. They hung him up and he died. It was horrible. How could they do it?
He was a kind man. He helped so many people. He never did anyone any harm, but they killed him. They were frightened of him, because he wasn’t afraid of them. Because he knew that the world needed to be loved, not dominated.
They were afraid that their empire of fear might be toppled by one of love.
3. You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down.
You’ll never believe it. I can’t believe it, but I know it is true. What gladness, what happiness, what bliss.
When they came and told me, I thought they were mad. Then I saw and I thought I was mad. But I wasn’t mad - unless you can be mad with happiness.
Jesu, my son, lives!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
An Easter Story
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