Something to say

As I have continued to read through John I am aware of searching for something to say - despite the fact my brain has many odds and ends stashed away which would be useful and perhaps even edifying I find myself turning again to everyday life.

Again, my mother is in the hospital - this does not sound terrible or terminal but as anyone who has walked through terminal disease knows, there is an awareness always, that one of these days that hospital visit will be the last one.

What makes me sad is that the conversation is all of what has been the doctors will not say what is coming and beyond that it is all too much to think about. There is no common language of belief which carries like a thread through life and beyond it.

As well as making me sad that neither of my parents have invested in their spiritual lives and remain unwilling to do so - it also reminds me that this rebirth - these new beginnings which we hear about so much in Church, are very real.

Ours is a faith, not of memory, but of the present and the future. Of course we hold on to that which we value from generations before but our conversation is - to use St. Pauls phrase - in a lively hope. An alive hope. A hope which pushes the boundaries of mortality but a hope which, as they say, is caught not taught.

Perhaps if we act a little more as people who are looking forward, who are caught up in the energy and wonder of resurrection, we will be a little more infectious!