Most Sunday mornings at 10.30 am, we can be found Zooming to
church. Yesterday was an exception. Rather than staring at our sisters and
brothers on a screen, we were sipping coffee in a fairly cold but sunny garden
near Dundee, re-connecting with our wee grandchildren there and our precious
son and daughter-in-law. Blessed be the Lord. May the scourge of Covid-19 fade
into the history books.
Four months makes a big difference in the lives of two-year-olds.
What joy to engage with them again, to marvel at their dexterity and
comprehension, to exclaim over the growth of the four-year-old big brother. What
a blessing to celebrate the birthdays missed during lockdown restrictions.
What a joy to harvest Callan’s bear hugs and to steal kisses
from Joel and Ella.
The Kingdom of God is all around you, Jesus taught, and
certainly, yesterday, we were surrounded by the Kingdom of God. Not just
surrounded, though: filled, pressed down and overflowing. The Kingdom of heaven
is within.
Giving thanks today as we hold on to the hope that a
pandemic-free dawn is breaking, not just in Scotland, but in India, Brazil,
Pakistan … worldwide. May we emerge from enforced hibernation, wiser, and may
the sorrow of these long months give way to joy.
At last.
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