Morning. 7am. No birdsong. Muffled noise of cars from the northern Highway. A plane rising from Lisbon Airport. The usual sounds of the morning air silenced by a white shroud of November mist sweeping down the river to the ocean.Its like this most mornings these days and reminds me that life is not always as clear as we would like it to be. And once the mist has cleared, which often happens around midday, the colours of day take on an amazing brilliance, and it seems the air smells sweeter.
We’ve just had a weekend of fog also in the calendar. Halloween on Oct 31 followed by All Saints Day, Nov 1st and All Souls Day, Nov 2nd . The one, a confusion of children’s parties thinly overlying a somewhat more sinister underworld, the other two days, vaguely understood religious traditions to do with the dead passing through on their way to Paradise.
It’s a pity that so little of the real majesty of a God who has made a sure and tested way of finding eternal hope and an escape from this world of sin and uncertainty is not more visible in these cultural events that dot the calendar. It’s easy to pass off Halloween parties as so much innocent fun and those who would say otherwise as spoilsports, but what if this world of ghouls and witches is not so make believe as they make out. Is it not so much better to celebrate the reality of God’s great rescue plan
He has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves.
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