Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green. Hymnal 1982; No. 204
This Jesus-risen-from-the-dead stuff that is the center of Christian experience is testimony to life triumphing. This is all about living, not about what we have done wrong. It is not about institutions and churches, those these provide a language and culture. It is not about how moderns can make peace with the stories in our ancient sacred books, though those tales can still provide vital fodder for mind, heart and imagination. It's not about worrying about eternal damnation in an afterlife; there's quite enough damnation all around us right now, thank you very much. It's not about rules and purity taboos.
It affirms God is Living. It is about delight in Living -- God's living and our living. I don't know what that means, but I live into its meaning.
I can live with that.