Easter 7 - Year C
In the end mercy trumps judgment.
Do note the elided verses. They are overtly judgmental and make no bones that life is a quid pro quo game and some arbitrary end position will trump anything else along the way. So, you want a reward . . . sit up and beg.
What a refreshingly open image is the washing of robes. Imagine washing your robe so often (because it has gotten dirty so often) that eventually you have washed it away. Then it is we look up to find a tree of life right before our eyes.
This sort of robe washing, of washing away what Richard Rohr calls “False Self” to reveal a “True Self”. Isn’t this a return to Eden again, this time with eyes open. This washing away is resurrectional. If all this time between leaving Eden and now is some Eighth Day when G*D said, “Let us learn to live together in your context”, imagine, further, what must Day Nine be like — like resurrection? Like finally tasting of the Tree of Life long since thought lost forever, but oh so “to umami and beyond”!
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