So that’s it. We have laid Jesus in a tomb belonging to someone else, and all we can do is wait. Wait for a new normality to assert itself.
The whole of Lent has been about finding new normality for me. As a new Rector, I am continually trying to match up “how we do things here”, “how I did things there”, “how we’d like things to be”, and “how I’d like things to be”. I have opened my mouth and inserted my foot on a regular (nearly always unintentional) basis, and have accidentally (with God’s patient prompting) sometimes said the right thing to the right person. I have nearly un-muddled names (I am so sorry), I have cooked soup and baked hot cross buns, all without apparent damage to my lovely parishioners.
I have conducted a funeral for my churchwarden, I have baptised amid happy chaos and bubble blowing, and next week is my first wedding here. I have visited, Home Communioned, laughed with, wept with, Pub Quizzed, and wondered what on earth is going on. I have progressed as a bell ringer and regressed in other areas…..
I have examined myself, and watched others move on. I have learned more about grace and forgiveness, and thankfully have a lifetime in which to learn more. I have walked with people, talked with people, and sat quietly with God.
For all that has been, thanks
For all that shall be, yes