Hell-busters exude the Spirit. They give off a Christ-like spirit. When you're in their presence, you can almost smell holiness. But the holiest of holy smoke has a tinge of the burnt smell with it. It's a smell that tells you it's been slightly singed near the fires of burning flesh and souls on fire.
The Resurrection challenges us to reflect on where we most deeply experience hostility and disunity. Images of this reality abound: Within the space of only a few weeks, in America alone, we have painfully witnessed the loss of children to gun violence, the loss of life to religious radicalism and the loss of residents to a plant explosion.
Some wish they could live in the time of Christ, to be a disciple and experience the moments of his life among us in Palestine. They forget how impoverished, even cruel life was for most in the first century. Still, I harbor the same fascination: What was he like out of the spotlight the Gospels cast?