The dust has settled and the city tries to sleep - things are uneasy. I was aware of a strange and unexpected light during the liturgy - not a ususal Good Friday symbol or offering - but nevertheless I felt bathed in a gentle but bright light - no need to explain or turn into words something which just waOddly enough whilst my evening feeling was still of great sorrow - it was also of great relief that this journey meant that I was good enough - that God loved me just that much - the way that I was made.
Tomorrow is a day of quiet. Be still and wait in death. This is not all heart rending sorrow - there is service too - but these three days we draw in a little and watch and wait.
Never do these days come out as I predict they will - never do I control their life and effect on me - I walk the way through every day life and God speaks where God is to be found. But God does most definately speak.
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