(1 Peter 3:19; 4:6)
What do we think Jesus preached
to the dead …
if we don’t think he just lay there,
by the cross and how hard it was
to love them all,
not to speak of
resting up for forty days
of trying to unpack the resurrection,
walk through walls,
fry some fish for breakfast,
offer hands-on for doubters,
and explain the coming Holy Spirit?
Maybe he preached
parables like the Good Samaritan,
prodigal, leaven, fishnet, pearl,
or maybe the beatitudes,
the prayer so uniquely his,
the bread and cup
love one another, your neighbor,
your enemy, too.
The dead are already salt of the earth,
and probably know
intimately four kinds of soil.
How they’ve treated
the hungry and the naked,
recognized God’s face
in the least,
built their bigger barns,
or put treasure
in right or wrong places —
is all water under the peace-be-still.
But still, if Jesus had a sermon
for this sweet
and holy Saturday,
I imagine it was the same short homily
he’d used before –
talitha cumi – get up little ones.