I like to think of this “resurrection faith” as a spirituality of showing up.  We show up to do the spiritual work of being honest about where we are emotionally and spiritually, to lean into all the broken and dirty places of doubt, anger, guilt, disappointment and suffering, and we are willing to engage, question, weep, bleed, argue, be vulnerable, and laugh anyway. 

Of course, we do not seek suffering. This is not about some kind of narcissistic martyrdom.  But we can’t escape it.  A truth of human existence is that there is suffering.  We all face profound loss and grief, from the minute we are born.  How do we want to be with that truth?   To the extent that we come to terms with the cruciform nature of life, and embrace it, is the extent that we meet God.  I am coming to understand that it is not whether I choose to love during the difficult times in life, it is that simply being willing to be in the broken places is love itself.  It is most definitely a Christ-like love.  Is this not the beautiful significance of the crucifixion?

Read more from Christie here: http://esrquaker.blogspot.com/2013/04/love-is-my-religion.html