Three simple photos, taken today as I sat in the silence of a familiar and much-missed spiritual home and prepared for another funeral:
first, the pretty purple flowers that would have been changed to a white bouquet for our Easter celebrations – reminding me of our current dis-ease and ongoing need for a Saviour,
second, the cross created by the children out of pieces of coloured paper (thinking of you Carolyn and Andrew!) which are visible both inside the sanctuary and to those who pass by on the street – reminding me that there is no boundary between the sacred and the secular but that, in God, everything and everyone belongs,
last, the bright light of the candle along with the beautiful butterfly stole (thinking of you too my Lombardy East family) – reminding me of God’s constant, guiding presence in the changing circumstances of life where beginnings become endings and endings, beginnings ….
Jesus said, “I am the light of the world.
The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.”
Not the distance presently between us.
Nor the boundaries – visible and invisible – that we draw.
Nor even the darkness of death.