Encouragement for the Journey
Greetings Fellow Traveller,
One of the questions I ask myself: what might resurrection mean in the trenches of everyday life, when stressors and difﬁculties are present? Is resurrection just something we remember and celebrate once a year, and for the rest of the year, it is business as usual, or does it have power to ensure we are no longer narcissistic, able to turn us away from the selﬁe of our own importance to a life of compassion and consideration for others?
Believe it or not, you and I are hard wired to be self – centred, in computer language this is our default position, from which we view the world as revolving around us. Were life is all about us, what we want, like and think we need, alas, there is never enough to feed the insatiable appetite of our inner narcissist. How different is that attitude to the men and women whose lives we remember on another ANZAC Day.
I write this on the eve of ANZAC Day, a day of remembrance, a time to pause for a little while and reflect on the sacrifice of others, not to glorify war, rather to be thankful and appreciate the glorious freedom and opportunity we have now, to make a positive difference in the lives of others.
When we pause to remember on ANZAC Day, we are being intentional to actually remember an event in our nation’s history and its affect upon our individual and communal lives. Likewise we can also be intentional and pause and reflect upon the resurrection of Jesus.
The story is told of an Episcopalian (Anglican) congregation in the USwhich valued asking questions and debating current and theological issues. On one occasion they were having an argument about the resurrection, whether it had happened or not and whether or not it could be proved. Someone asked a liberal bishop who was present, does he actually believe in the resurrection, “Believe it “he answered, “I have seen it too many times not to.” The Bishop here is reminding us that resurrection cannot be proved factually; rather it is to be experienced.
I invite you to pause for a moment and remember, those moments in your life, when all seemed lost, the sky was grey, the sun never shined and you wondered if life would be any different. Then, suddenly, without warning, you felt new life, new energy, new strength and renewed courage flowing in your veins. Resurrection has come, not with a fanfare of trumpets, but quietly, gently and there it was…….
When this happens we are changed, we are more sensitive and mindful of the needs of others, compassion and caring is present, we are less self – centred and desire to seek ways to make a difference for good in the lives of others. Resurrection thus becomes a daily experience, rather than just a yearly remembrance.
Do I believe in the resurrection? I have seen it too many times not to, how about you?