Posted on: 22nd March 2022

This is a good time for me,

between snowdrop and daffodil;

I would wish

perhaps

to spend

eternity

here

on the threshold of things -

expectant.

So Pete Anderson wrote in his poem “Resurrecting”. 

Lent is a time of threshold, in which the light of Easter comes on us gradually; steadily, unnoticeably, changing everything. 

But first we have Good Friday to get through.  Some people get stuck at the Cross and find it hard to get through to the Resurrection. 

Others focus so much on Easter joy that they miss the hard reality of Crucifixion. 

We need both, if we are to be real, and to speak to others in the reality of their lives.  The day in between, Holy Saturday, has its own particular meaning.  If we commemorate it, that day feels like a time when everything is suspended, hanging in balance. 

Grieving can feel like that; as though we were waiting for something. 

In the end, we are. 

We await the promised life to come; when we shall know as we are known; where every tear shall be wiped away.  May you be blessed in the time of waiting; in faith, and hope, and love.

By Rev Roger Quick

St Georges Crypt