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Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Still we wait

 

Out of a spring sky, snow flurries are whisked along by a brisk wind. They land lightly, twinkling on the bowed daffodil trumpets, glinting on primroses, melting on pavements. The showers pass, the sky clears and a watery sun shines through, its warmth penetrating the conservatory windows and raising the temperature, gradually, in that small room.

Springtime. It is the season for warmer weather. All creation waits in this northern country, waits for the tender touch of sunbeams on skin. As a second year of pandemic commences, the world waits wearily for the tender touch of loved ones, for family gatherings, for congregational worship and cultural events.

It is the season, but … still, we wait.

Peace to you, Jesus said as his friends gathered fearfully in a closed upper room. Peace to you, he says to us today wherever we are, as we wait, as we wait. Peace to you.

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