Yesterday my Dad lodged a formal complaint. He’s bored with the blog. He wants less food and more God. The thing is food is easy, God is not. There’s a lot going on in my head. There’s talk around here about the future of the Church. People are very worried and I’ve been musing about this myself.
In some ways I feel as though the Church is living on Saturday. That day between death and the Resurrection. That day when no one knows what’s going on. When the Disciples are hidden and unsure. When the followers of Jesus are in mourning, unaware of the miracle they are about to experience. When life seems dark and no one expects the dawn to arrive.
We know the story of the empty tomb. We know that Jesus is alive. We have hope in the Resurrection and yet we live in fear. We are afraid to embrace this hope because we know it will change us forever. We see this in the Disciples, their lives were changed once they met Jesus. The past was gone. There was only the future to look forward to. We need to live this way. We need to live on Sunday. We need to live in hope. And yet we are afraid. What is it that we’re afraid of?
A journey through Lent: Day 36