Easter rememberances.
Two years ago a dog named Holly arrived. She is now firmly part of the family and I am convinced she understands English very well and/or is an expert in body language.
Two years ago we said goodbye to my dad. Holly had arrived, my sister came to say her last goodbyes and there was the difficult job of liaising with health workers about letting someone die.
No more drugs, that don't work. No more trying. Getting born is no easy thing, but leaving this world is also really hard. For all those who stand on the sidelines, hoping it is not happening, or at least not now. A bit more time, another week or two?
Easter is also the celebration of the resurection, having gone through the rememberance of Good Friday, which is a day of mourning. I can't get my head past the brutality and pain.
On sunday I was worship leader, which fills me with nervous energy - despite getting a head cold that was brewing in the lead up to easter.
Flowering of the cross is a tradition that does not need words. As a kids art project we also collaged a cross with flowers. There was music and walkabouts, communion and old faces.
I went on the hunt for a song - Picture of Jesus by Ben Harper. Failing to get it downloaded I found it at JB Hi Fi - Ben Harper and the Blind Boys of Alabama - A real standout.
Okay so it didn't all go perfectly, a hymn glitch and a dropped bible(!)
But the celebration was real.
Christ the Lord is Risen today.
Easter is about making everything open - God made real, life travels on.
Evolution is about evolving and change, the real frontier is what happens to the real you as you float away from this body, these emotions and connections.
Not understanding is a given in this business.
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