This week we enter the mythic story of the Passion of Christ. And that precisely what we do. We don’t just sit and listen to the story. We get up out of our comfort zone and allow ourselves to be carried along with Jesus on the road to Gethsemane.
So on Palm Sunday we find ourselves joining the crowds as they welcomed Jesus into the Holy City—jubilant but wary, because we know how the story ends. Then on Maundy Thursday we find ourselves seated round the table at the Last Supper as Jesus washes our feet as an example of humble service. On Good Friday we gather solemnly around a hooded cross, joining the angered crowd as they cry out, “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
On Easter Eve we light a new fire outside, bringing that light into the church as a sign of hope in the midst of darkness—the promise of life in the midst of death. Then with our hand bells we ring in the Easter acclamation: “Christ is risen! Alleluia!” The cry is picked up on Easter morning when, at 8 a.m., we welcome new members through baptism and, at 10:30, we affirm our faith in the God of life.
Like primitives dancing their history round a blazing fire, or like moderns recreating family traditions round a groaning dinner table, we don’t just tell this story. We re-enact it through ritual. That is how it is with a mythic story. We tell it … by living it.