I like this story of Tabitha/Dorcas: the woman with the two names not for the obvious reason that is it a story of resurrection (though perhaps it is a story of resurrection of the church rather than an individual) but because it's a renewal story about those who are left there, the widows, the ones who have been left behind. We've a General Election coming up here and there is an awful lot of filtration going on: moving wealth around, pulling people out of poverty. Wealth seems to be thought of like a magnet and it draws justice and hope and renewal towards it. Hmmmm. Here's a story of resurrection being attracted to the poor and forgotten, those who have remained while all the rest have gone off to play.
Renewal is from the bottom up, not the top down. It's from the grave up; it's from the poor up; it's from the cross up. It's redistribution of life God's way and it starts with those who have remained behind, stuck in there, worked away in hope and longing and prepared for surprises.
And resurrection of what? Of individuals? Perhaps. Perhaps not. How about this story being a resurrection story of the church, of community, of hope. Or both.
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