As you may be aware, the holiday club, now fully booked for the first time, is just around the corner. The room we worship in has been the workshop, and is now the gallery for, the pictures that set the theme and the decorations that say Olympics and On Your Marks. It is becoming the place that will let young people use their imaginations to come to somewhere special and encounter the extraordinary.
And I don’t mean the characters in the play – though they are taking shape dramatically!
Interspersed with this, for me, is visiting Ken. I first met him as the guy in the proud Crombie, reluctant to leave at the end of the service, keen to chat and play his ‘bones,’ which is how he referred to his spoons.
Yesterday he was referred to, lovingly and affectionately, as Mr Spoons, as he was being cared for in the nursing home where he has lived for most of a year.
He died this morning, peacefully, and his funeral will be a week on Wednesday.
I am the Resurrection and the Life, says Jesus, if someone believes in me, even though they die, they will live. If someone lives and believes in me, they will never die.
Where does that take your imagination? Where is the place where that sentence makes sense, where it fits in? Because Jesus meant it to be understood.
Martha replied, when asked “Do you believe this?” Yes. I have believed you are the Sent One who has come from God.
Extraordinary becomes ordinary. Make it everyday.