It has been a truly blessed weekend, a very special Easter this one for lots of reasons. I celebrated my birthday (heading rapidly toward a very big number next year!), finished working in a very stressful environment, watched my twelve year old granddaughter get baptised and choose to follow Jesus, and relaxed with friends, family and food. Above all I identified with the events of Good Friday and Easter Sunday in a new and real way.
Tables groaning with food at our bring and share lunch after the baptisms was a testament to the generous nature of our church family. The children rapidly overdosed on sweet treats and Easter eggs. My baby granddaughter had telltale chocolate stains all round her cherubic little face.
Later in the day eleven of us sat round my table and devoured a roast meal followed by delicious birthday cake. If it seems as though we were all greedy pigs yesterday, we weren’t but we enjoyed the sharing of food in good company. both at lunchtime and later. The whole day held together it seemed by sweetness, not the destructive sugar of the chocolate and cake but the sweetness of love.
Love in our fellowship that manifested itself in care and concern for each other and joyful support for our young people making such a public commitment. Love in our family that was tangible at the table.
Over this weekend we’ve been reminded of the sweetness of this Love that hung on a cross to save us from ourselves, a Love that opened its arms wide enough to encompass all of us, all we’ve ever done and will do, a Love that paid the price for us.
This Love holds us, forgives us, sets us free from our past, from our failures and our fears. A Love that is stronger than death, a Love that can and does change lives. Will you let it change yours?