A given Sunday
There is a stasis on this Sunday.
This is the day the unaccountable resurrection is to unfold. Sorrow has made its presence raw and real as contemplative voices console each other as a life treasured as any other has been taken violently on the orders of a fearful people. Those palpable sorrows of a life taken are to unfold from the silence.
Is it the silence of a recognition that our world has the given prosthesis we have the gift of seeing. Silence is often mysterious as we observe but do not converse. No mind has found words. No meeting of minds, or is that it, the silence is the key to our unity. Words can be written to record otherwise, at the birth of Easter a Passover is null. There will be an absence of consensus on the present as the pasts cruelty to Mary’s and Joseph’s Son is an entanglement of conflicts.
Joseph the mere witness to the itinerant birth then the closure of a mans life. As I see it, his part was actively pressing the gift of self onto as he became aware of the journey Jesus was free to take. They, Joseph and Mary, had understood Jesus to become the messenger of essential truth. Joseph. Is he that active silence? That forbearance in the face of intangible events as truth is unfolding?
Forgiveness for those who took away by crucifixion, Jesus of Nazareth, is a scale yet to balance. It shall arise as this is Gods promise as we journey on our given life to see the life for what it is. A short small part of the community of God living in perpetuities from life to life.
Where answers lie is in the confines of our gift of life and the expression can only be made with all all the will in the world having the reinstatement of those words and Gods sacrifice to make different this malice divisions show.
Our Kingdom Come.
4 April 2021