People have been known to tell the time, or at least measure time, by counting their pulse. It is a reliable, comforting rhythm that you have with you wherever you go.
I can’t say I’m particularly aware of mine. I’d be cautious trying to detect or measure someone else’s pulse. I haven’t practised the skill. I haven’t had much experience.
Funny how something so quiet, unobtrusive, evasive, should be regarded as such a reliable indicator of life – like a secret signal the body can use when other forms of flagging are switched off. The body’s SOS signal.
It is used as a metaphor – the thing that makes us tick – when it is really the thing that lets others know we are still ticking.
There was a reggae/rock band in the 70s called Steel Pulse. I like the name. Two things that don’t go together. I guess it is meant to convey a message of something small and in the background being, ironically, very powerful and influential.
The life of Jesus is like new life blood, a pulse we tune in to. Sometimes it might boom in our ears, other times it simply keeps us going in the right direction. Like Elijah’s experience of a still small voice, it is gentle but life arresting.
The song I remember from Steel Pulse was ‘Handsworth Revolution.’ The anthem of the Jesus Pulse must surely be ‘Kingdom Coming.’