April Letter from the TeamMarch 28, 2019
Wake up call
There are some nights when you think the morning is never going to come. Some infection has you in a feverish grip where dreams take you down a nightmare spiral. You feel enclosed in some prison of the night from which there is no escape.
And when the morning comes, it arrives like a kind of miracle. The door to the cell is flung open and light floods in. It feels like resurrection.
In the biblical accounts of the resurrection the event takes place in the morning. The stone is rolled from the tomb and light floods in. The wonderful Welsh poet R S Thomas captures this in his Easter poem: He wrote:
The grave clothes of winter
are still here, but the sepulchre
is empty. A messenger
from the tomb tells us
how a stone has been rolled
from the mind . . .
“A stone has been rolled from the mind.” Maybe that’s as close as we get to resurrection. When a worry, or a burden, or a fear is removed from us and suddenly we can see that life is possible once more. I can remember that feeling when – a couple of years back – my surgeon gave me the all clear after a prostate operation.
I am constantly amazed at people’s ability to bounce back from adversity and loss. We all carry scars from the past – as did the risen Jesus when he appeared to his disciples – but with the help of friends, family and (very often) a sustaining faith, we start again.
I believe that this is a spiritual, as well as a physical and mental, renewal. It’s almost impossible to disentangle one from the other, but somehow that apparently un-budgeable stone can be rolled away.
This is Easter. The night can pass. The day can come. We will rise. It’s a kind of miracle.
Revd. Malcolm Doney