You鈥檇 be forgiven for missing the release of the latest EP from the band U2. It dropped on April 3, 2026, a day that the calendar insists on reminding me 鈥� and this was likely the point 鈥� was Good Friday. A day known for prayer and fasting but not necessarily new music.
This mini album is called听听and of the six songs that comprise it鈥檚 roughly 32 minutes of listening time, 鈥淩esurrection Song鈥� is my favorite.
There鈥檚 a recurring line in the song that goes:听If I sound ridiculous / I鈥檓 not done yet. Those lyrics are couched in language about love and signs that point us toward eternity and culminate in the declarative statement:听You can go to hell together /听鈥楾il death dies too.
Of course, the title of the EP and the timing of its release are bound up in how I experience the music, how I hear the lyrics, and what they do to my very self as they resonate between my ears as I go about my day. I can鈥檛 hear those lines without thinking of Easter and the Risen Lord.
If I sound ridiculous, I鈥檓 not done yet.
Religious imagery is often woven into the music of U2. Lead singer Bono has often evoked his Christian faith as foundational for the social and spiritual themes found in his music. And so, given the Christian ethos of the band and the timing of the EP鈥檚 release, I don鈥檛 think it鈥檚 a stretch for us to pray with this stirring song.
If I sound ridiculous, I鈥檓 not done yet.
These words: they resound in my mind. What if this is Jesus speaking to us? What if Christ himself leaned over the table, interlaced his fingers, placed his chin in the nest now made with his hands, and 鈥� a wry smile playing at his lips 鈥� said exactly those words to us?
If I sound ridiculous, I鈥檓 not done yet.
Because he did! And he wasn鈥檛! 鈥淩ebuild the temple in three days? You鈥檝e got to be kidding me!鈥� 鈥淏lessed are the poor? That鈥檚 insane!鈥� 鈥淵ou鈥檙e having dinner with听whom?鈥�
Jesus sounded ridiculous again and again and again. And yet, he persisted 鈥� because his story continued. On and on and then suddenly 鈥斕�aha!听鈥� pieces began to fall into place. Our God of Surprises came into focus. Jesus鈥� mission of love and mercy and radical inclusivity and ardent peacemaking became one that we, too, could enter into.
The mystery remains. But the invitation, the chance to be part of it all, our own unfolding story taken up by God鈥檚 own Spirit 鈥� well, now we sound ridiculous. But there鈥檚 joy and there鈥檚 delight and there鈥檚 beloved community, and we, too, declare the poor to be blessed and peace to be the only way and everyone welcome and on and on.
If I sound ridiculous, I鈥檓 not done yet.
But Jesus still sits there, across the table, staring at us. He still utters those words, that invitation. And I wonder: Where does the Risen Christ invite us to look within, at our own story 鈥� broken yet beloved 鈥� and recognize God鈥檚 intimate continuation?
Because I often feel ridiculous. I bet you do, too. There are decisions we make based on our understanding of Christ alive within us. There are hopes we have and dreams we chase and fervent prayers we still expect answered and often we, well 鈥� we sound ridiculous.
And perhaps it is exactly here, in this tender nest of our own story where we feel just so out of our minds, so overwhelmed and at a loss and straddling the fence between logic and faith, that we might grab hold of those words that we鈥檝e so irreverently stuffed into Jesus鈥� mouth and hear them spoken once more to us:听I鈥檓 not done yet.
Because it鈥檚 the truth: Christ continues the work of the Gospel in us and in our world. We look out across the globe and see war and suffering and hatred and heresy and all sorts of hardship and still that small voice of God鈥檚 Spirit sings to us:听I鈥檓 not done yet.
We look within and we encounter loneliness and doubt and shame and jealousy and hope and God鈥檚 Spirit insists:听I鈥檓 not done yet.
And so, we get up and continue the work. Because God isn鈥檛 done yet. And neither are we.
