Once upon a time, God was Good, and Good was born in each of us. Good took on human form to move across the face of the earth. As we let Good direct us, it taught us its wisdom; we realized its inspiration, treasured its compassion and deployed its power. We rejoiced in the ways of Good and gladly acclaimed its rule in our hearts. But we became afraid of where Good might lead us. We questioned that Good could sustain us. Our misgivings suspected its mission. Cynical thoughts, malicious feelings and greedy hearts doubted Good. We shunned Good and avoided its causes. We scorned its manifestations. We felt insecure, even fooled and we accused Good of making false promises. We came to despise and reject Good. We subdued it by force and arrested it. We put Good on trial, twisted the evidence and believed the crowd’s call to crucify, crucify! With the uncaring throng, we taunted, tortured and helped execute Good. We buried Good in darkness. We shrouded Good in desolate gloom and abandoned it. But its ways did not leave us. After a while we grieved for Good and went back to seek it. But when we entered the tomb, Good was not there. Good had already arisen from our slaughter.
Beyond belief and despite our limitations, resurrected Good brightens rousing realizations, increases social harmony, and activates greater visions. So exalt in any tongue, from any faith or none for Good is Risen!