Kyra Moon

Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? or tried, at least . . . all of these shirts were as scratchy as sackcloth, apparently Or when saw we thee sick, so many weeeeeeeeeeks of coldsssss  or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Note: This is my last Holy Week post. Happy Easter! 7. "Handle me and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones as ye see me have." - Luke 24:39 I first heard this poem last week in a talk during Sacrament Meeting, and it struck me as forceful reminder that we believe in Easter literally. We believe in real bodies and real natural laws that we don't understand. We believe in the resurrection. Seven Stanzas at Easter Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, each soft Spring recurrent; it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the eleven apostles; it was as His flesh: ours. The same hinged thumbs and toes, the same valved heart that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then regathered out of enduring Might new strength to enclose. Let us not mock God with metaphor, analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; mak