| Sermon for Remembrance and Release |
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Charlie Barton Saint James Monkton December 4, 2002 From the wings of the morning, to the incense of twilight prayers, God is present; in first light; at last light; in the middle of the darkest night.
From the moment of our conception, to the last breath we release in this world
Day passes. Night falls. Things come to an end; even lives that are precious to us. How easy, but how barren.
One can look at life and see only shadows,
Or we can stand with Isaiah who looks death and loss in the face We can move in concert with the psalmist; who knows that they are known, and held, by a God who will not lose them. We can look for our true selves in Page's account of a contemporary spiritual journey in which a small community traveled the road from death to life. We can listen deeply to the annunciation that they stood changed at the threshold when death came again a second time. There was still loss, but there were angels. There was still passing away, but there was also the coming of God, and a promise of something eternal. And they knew that there was a shining hope and that gladness would come again.
There are times of light in the Christian journey.
Anton Chekov once wrote. "We shall find peace. We become complete in God. His life flows into and through us, now, and forever.
This is the completion of which Jesus spoke when he said:
Martha answered "Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah,
And God was present, then. |