Today is Saturday. Â Three weeks since Rachel went Home.
All my life, I’ve based my weak hope on the strong reality of Home. Every Sunday we celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, assurance of Home. Â I love the extra opportunity Easter gives to celebrate resurrection that gives my every day meaning. Some of my favorites:
- Good Friday service or hymn sing at home
- Sunrise services – last year with incredible music and dance
- Special music – participating
- Family dinner – blood family also Spirit family, joy
- House dance – what better reason to dance than the resurrection!!
Not last week. Â I was a wreck. Â Along with others. Miles away from my home context. Â We traded treasured traditions for a raw recognition of resurrection. Resurrection – real hope in the midst of the wreck of experienced reality. No sunrise service, no piano, no viola, no choir, no dance. Â This year’s quietness – caused by death in our midst. Yet I experiencedÂ none of that depression that inward-death-creating type. Â A brother reminded me: “Death used to be an executioner, but the gospel has made him just a gardener.” (George Herbert)
Loss’ pain and tears, like seeds planted and watered, waiting for transformation. Â Future resurrection. Â Our whole beings, the whole earth. Â Resurrection. Â Not just future. Â Present life from the Spirit – mostly hidden – yet unmistakably overtaking us.
Gifts of Spirit. Life these past weeks: Â Moments with family, so precious. Â Staying together in a house large enough for us all. Â Truth spoken, lived, heard. Comfort. Â Companionship. Time to grieve. Children’s laughter.
Morning walks. Â Beautiful fields all around, tears wept, Spirit’s presence and understanding felt. Â One morning I realized along the way I’d woken so early I had time to walk to the top of the next hill.Â Â I arrived and wondered at its view, soft in the early light. The wind made a two-note flute out some metal on an electric pole, accompaniment to my amazement. Â Then all grew brilliant. Â Sunrise. Â The silent song of the hills and sky swirled and caught my heart.