Today I have sunshine on my face. That isn't always the case. I live in a place where grey is more common, or so it feels. And cool. My constant cold feet and half way up my shins, gets a bit much after awhile. Today I have sunshine on my face. I live in a beautiful place. It is present in all seasons. A sense of pattern present through the changing of light. Colours, shape, life to death to life . . . . nature playing out Creator's story. |
Today I have sunshine on my face. On Good Friday a darkness descended in the story of humanity and creation. Many have sought to make sense of such a moment. The moment when God's very self gave in to creation to it fullest. Breath left, body stopped. Heart became dead. And yet the story hasn't ended. The story came to resurrection - life in its fullest. Beyond creation boundaries. Again many left trying to make sense of this. And still the story is yet to be completed.
Today I have sunshine on my face. There sits the reality that even in dark light will come. When light comes, is present, even the smallest, dimmest presence of light, dark is eliminated. When life sits in shadows, it still holds something of light. And when life feels empty of light, even there the light has been. The story of Easter tells us that. This is the promise of light . . . . .
Today I have sunshine on my face . . . .