Awoke this morning to slivers of light, looking for escape routes through heavy clouds. Not unlike how I feel this day as I look back on the week and a life that was, the third week of November 2014.
Patrick’s sermon helped as he continued a series on the Apostles’ Creed. Yesterday we affirmed:
“I believe in the resurrection of the body.”
And I believe because I dare to believe in a whole series of crazy claims before ever getting to the resurrection. How dare I?!
I don’t know, really. Maybe it’s that gift of faith, that speck that hasn’t died in me. That speck that stays like a sliver of Light, defying the Darkness.
Patrick said,”God uses the Apostles’ Creed each week to get our attention. The Resurrection is the point of hope. It is the Light that will not let the darkness win! One day death will die. We need not fear but we do grieve. We don’t live as ones who have nothing to lose. We have a lot to lose, including our lives. But we live as if we have everything to gain.”
And that’s the speck, the sliver of Light and Hope I cling to on this Monday morning. An ordinary Monday, so different from a year ago when Patrick came to MGH to pray with Jud and serve communion. We’d already had our last supper together, Nick’s roast beef sandwiches made holy by love and gratitude to Jesus for this time together and to Kris and Mike Reid for bringing the food .
I believe in the resurrection: Jesus Christ’s, Jud’s, and some day, mine.
In the meantime it’s Monday, time to haul out the trash and recycle bins, do laundry, sort the mail, then head back to the BMW to work off 18 days on the road, a few glasses of sweet tea, Carolina BBQ and more than one KrispyKreme. Which is how I suppose you and I get another chance to live out what we say we believe. We dare to get up and go on with just a speck of faith and a sliver of light and hope to live life somehow until.
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