Is Christian faith fading into its own shadow?
Her wisdom drifting in the wind like winter leaves?
Springs of once life-giving faith lie blocked with rubble.
Abandoned churches loom over urban wastelands,
the glory of stained glass a relic of our dead past.
Nothing ingenious or new here.
Hardly au courant.
Yet didn’t Israel’s God once speak though Isaiah, saying,
“Look, I am doing a new thing! Can you not see it?”
A Creator doesn’t stop creating
any more than a writer stops writing
or an artist abandons her muse.
Perhaps we’re looking in the wrong places.
This Easter I’ve chosen to look in derelict buildings,
where even decay flowers into hope
and fleeting glimpses of beauty strike fire in my soul.
Take the time to look with me.
Meditate on Easter’s presence
in the down-trodden corners of our troubled world.
Thursday: Day Darkens
Friday: Night Falls
Saturday: The Mourners
Sunday: Life Returns
A blessed Easter to you all!