In this animation we explore Easter as the true comedy.
That doesn’t mean that Easter is full of laughs. “Comedy” and “tragedy” have technical meanings. A comedy is a story that enters into pain but finishes with joy — it’s shaped like a smile. A tragedy is a story that contains great joy but ends in pain — it’s shaped like a frown. So the question is, “What is life? What kind of tale? Comedy, or tragic fail?”
In the end only Jesus gives us the happily ever after for this world. So, actually, not only is Easter truly a comedy… Only Easter gives us the true comedy!
Possible discussion questions
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What is life? What kind of tale?
Comedy or tragic fail?
Not is life funny, it’s mostly not, but is it hopeful?
What’s the plot?
The classic tragedy’s a frown you travel up, then tumble down.
In turn a comedy’s a smile.
You plumb the depths but end in style.
It’s not about the laughs or pain it’s all about the final frame.
Flick to the end and simply question is there a wedding or a funeral procession?
That’s the difference, now we ask what should be the actor’s mask?
In this world what story’s sold?
Is the happy ending told?
No, here’s the pattern each wretch stumbles up the compost heap then tumbles down to loneliness and loss.
But painted thinly this the gloss a glistening hedonist directive make attainment your objective.
Grasp and grab and climb and take and perish never more to wake.
Your life is tragic first to last no matter how the middle’s cast.
We’re biological machines reading glossy magazines.
So swill your latte, watch the clock as time eeks out tick-tock tick-tock.
Unless, Unless one story comes in view.
Unless the comedy is true.
The author, written in to twist the plot within our tangled mists to plumb the tragedy and gloom.
Killed death by dying split the tomb and by this anti-entropy to wreak sublime catastrophe.
Now through the valley, death destroyed, he pioneers a cosmic joy.
Beside this tale there’s only sorrow.
He alone secures tomorrow.
Hope for earthed embodied living, future righted, wrongs forgiven, you see the tragedy is vain begins in pride and ends in pain.
Forsake this desperate ever after.
Turn instead to Easter laughter.