The church is dark as we enter just a few small flickering candles dancing on the windowsills keeping the Vigil so it is hard to see you huddled, as we are, in what seems the gloaming which it isn't because the dawn is coming with its soft light accompanied by birdsong to dance through the open door (shouldn't every church door stand open always?) and fill the long windows with flames allowing us, now in the Easter light, to see each other to see you, my sisters, my brothers as you dance in the aisles and listen to the story of the one who has called us here and given us life, and each other as we pass the bread of heaven and share what was split by the Lamb who was slain He is risen, you say and we respond as the day has now arrived He is risen indeed
A "restless" theologian in service to the church of Jesus Christ