In the still of night Something has stirred A rumbling of stone A flash of light The dawn of hope Quiet though Or the whole world would know that everything has changed!
As Mary walked through the streets, that were just as dusty and dirty as before, past people who were just as burdened and worried as before, do you think she had even an inkling that this morning would change everything for those people and for those streets?
Good Friday calls us back each year; Back to the cross Back to all those things we would prefer not to look at: The searing pain The raw humiliation The abject defeat.
In the still of night Something has stirred A rumbling of stone A flash of light The dawn of hope Quiet though Or the whole world would know that everything has changed!
As Mary walked through the streets, that were just as dusty and dirty as before, past people who were just as burdened and worried as before, do you think she had even an inkling that this morning would change everything for those people and for those streets?
Good Friday calls us back each year; Back to the cross Back to all those things we would prefer not to look at: The searing pain The raw humiliation The abject defeat.
It can be dangerous to speak the truth. There may be repercussions. But if we choose silence, Creation will shout truth from the oceans to the mountain tops
It can be dangerous to speak the truth. There may be repercussions, but if we choose silence creation will shout truth from the oceans to the mountain tops
Rev Pam Hynd's sermon for Lent 5
We’ve all been lost, in one way or a dozen. We’ve all needed someone to miss us and celebrate our return. We’ve all grieved over lost sons and daughters - ours or other people’s. The question is: how will we the church call for, watch for, run to meet, embrace and celebrate the return of all who are lost and the resurrection of all who are dead?