There’s nothing like a good metaphor to brighten a note or letter. A metaphor well used jolts the sleepy reader to life. To a good writer, the use of an effective simile is like the use of just the right herbs and spices to a master chef. A clarifying analogy explains the meaning of our words as a pair of reading glasses sharpens the letters on a page.
We need to look no further than the words of Jesus to validate the use of figurative language. Jesus spoke of a city on a hill, of a lamp under a bushel, of vines and branches, living water, easy yokes, logs in our eyes, white-washed tombs, and lost sheep.
Any of us hoping for our language to satisfy like a cup of cool water on a hot summer day, or to cut to the heart of an issue like a sharp two-edged sword could do worse than listening for the ways the Bible uses metaphors, similes, and analogies.
But we Christians are, at times, guilty of metaphor abuse, and no more so than at Easter time. Some things are not meant to be taken figuratively. Some things are what they are. So it is with the Resurrection.
This past week the Secretary of Defense likened the wonderful, encouraging, awe-inspiring story of the rescue of a downed American airman in Iran to the Easter story: “. . .shot down on a Friday, good Friday, hidden in a cave, a crevice, all of Saturday, and rescued on Sunday. Flown out of Iran as the sun was rising on Easter Sunday. A pilot reborn, all home and accounted for, a nation rejoicing, God is good.” Yes, the story is true. It is wonderful, encouraging, and awe-inspiring. But it is not a resurrection story.
Progressives make the Easter story a story about love being stronger than hate, of light overcoming the darkness. Like the Secretary of Defense, they call Easter to the defense of their politics. Sentimental romantics and greeting card printers make it about tulips and baby animals.
Orthodoxy roots the Easter story in history. We believe that Jesus
Suffered under Pontius Pilate,
Was crucified, dead, and buried:
He descended into hell;
The third day he rose again from the dead.
Easter is a one-time event that will not and need not be repeated. The price of our redemption was paid once and for all by Jesus’ real death on a real cross. Our hope for new and eternal life is assured in the bodily resurrection of Jesus. A real tomb was really empty.
Easter is not a metaphor for the dramatic rescue of a downed airman or a symbol like chirping birds or blooming daffodils that reminds us that spring always follows winter. Not a symbol, but a reality.
The photo in the header is of an Easter flower we purchased. Perhaps it serves as a metaphor for the danger of Easter faith drooping as Sunday turns to Monday and a new week too much like the old week unfolds before us.
That’s a metaphor I can use.





