It is Easter Sunday. As a minister in a household where my husband is also a minister, it is not a restful time. We came tumbling and crashing into it. This year, Easter sits in the timing space of a family journey. It has been two years. The crashing and tumbling has meant, that there was no time to hold the reality, mark the moment, be conscious of the deep loss that I hold along with my sisters and Mum. |
As I heard the words and tried to sing them, it mattered that faith mattered. In the moment when death comes close, all of what Easter holds matters. That I can hold faith in God and the activity of God in Jesus - however wild an idea it is - mattered in the space of a hospital room where we waited. When grief sits close, and tears want to be seen outside my soul, it is hope that the story of life doesn't end with death. Faith enables me to see into the darkest of life and know that there Light shall be.
In the moment of the words from Matt's song, all of the faith I hold mattered, and the sharpness of its reality in the milestone moment touching, became the point where I knew it and will not dispute it.
"And on that day when my strength is failing
The end draws near and my time has come
Still, my soul will sing Your praise unending"
Faith mattered in the moment of the quiet room with my Dad as his last minutes drew near. And it mattered again this day.