Closer Than You Knew

People have always told stories—
about gods who died,
about love that survives death,
about light returning after darkness.

Before theology,
before churches,
there were questions
and songs
and open hands.

We reached out
because something in us
knew there was more.

Some say
these old stories
were just wrong turns—
ways of avoiding God.

But I think
they were honest guesses,
not perfect,
but not pointless.

They came from the same place
as art and music,
as friendship and justice,
and yes—
even from the scattered longing
of social media,
the desire to be seen and known,
to make sense of our lives,
reaching for rightness,
confessing need.

It’s all the same reaching—
that deep sense
that something matters
beyond what we can see.

And then,
someone rose from the dead.

Not a symbol,
not a metaphor—
but someone
real enough
to eat breakfast
and show his scars.

Jesus doesn’t cancel the stories.
He completes them.

He is the thing
we didn’t know
we were waiting for.

The resurrection doesn’t say
we were wrong.

It says,
you were closer than you knew