The Triduum, a fancy church word for the days between the Last Supper and Easter morning, the foundational Three Days of Christian faith, are here. Jesus faces the consequences of his radical fidelity to God’s radical compassion, and is put to death by the powers – the temple authorities and the Roman Empire. And then, Christians proclaim, he rises on Easter morning. We still feel his life empowering ours.

What difference does that make for me?

Here’s what I think: If I, following Jesus’ example, choose to let go of false identities, untrue selves, the things that I think are me but aren’t, Jesus’ resurrection is the promise that there will be something left of me.

And what will be left is the real me, the me that lives in God. The me that’s irrevocably connected to the Source of All – bright, shiny, holy, full of potential.

Many of you will recognize Pema Chodron as a Tibetan Buddhist teacher. I don’t believe that this death and resurrection cycle is exclusive to Christianity. It’s all around us and within us, and easy to see when Spring arrives. Death and resurrection is embedded in the world. Jesus is one way into this Mystery. He’s my way, and perhaps he’s not yours.

However you enter this mystery, may your Three Days be blessed with holy self-annihilation. And may you rise again – a realer, truer, more grounded version of who you  actually are.