A curtain of fog hung over the land this morning, obscuring
all in its swirling raw dampness. We could not see beyond the nearest point in
the fields. Yet the birds were singing; above the cloud, the sun was shining,
and before long warm rays broke through and beamed a light down. Gradually, the
mist dissipated and the view returned.
Every news report seems to lead with the most recent 24-hour
death count, draping a pall of doom over us all. But yesterday on Facebook I
saw the smiling faces of dear young people in Illinois, welcoming the birth of
their fourth baby with exclamations of joy. An atmosphere of death cannot
stifle the power of life. Life, light and love will break through. God is the Lord
of Life.
It was a quiet Easter, but a powerful one. Living through the
chaos of this pandemic, where nobody has suggested a strategy which guarantees
a safe exit from the lock downs, it is comforting to know that God has a
strategy. Even at creation, he recognised that a pall of death would threaten
us and would require his personal intervention as the Lord of Life.
Remain in me, Jesus told his friends, and I will remain in
you. Nothing can separate us from the Lord of Life. Rooted in Jesus, may we all
bear the fruit he is bringing at this time, whatever that may look like.
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