It’s an amazing day; it’s the day the Christian Church remembers Christ’s resurrection.
On a secular note, it’s the final day under the old pension regime. Maybe pensions will have it’s resurrection tomorrow!
With all the talk of multi-cultural Britain, today is to share in our common heritage.I am a Christian, was brought up one and, though I have been through many phases of denial, rejection and spiritual exhaustion, I can now take as my creed, TS Eliot’s confession.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
But that was Ash Wednesday, the start of 40 days of contemplation that leads to today.
John Donne grabs Easter and squeezes it into this simple sonnet. We can be remade, we do not have to be as we were, the option is ours to take.
Today is about our spiritual harmonisation with what is right and good. I hope it will inspire us to tomorrow.