Trying to think about life and how God makes it full



On the first Easter morning, the apostles and holy women did not see a ghost of Jesus. They saw him in the flesh, but in a different flesh, as the oak tree is different from the acorn that was its origin. We touch on the mystery of a body, not just Jesus’ body but our own; a body which will express us at our best, will not blunt our spirit with weariness and rebellion, but express it with ease and joy. This is a mystery beyond our imagination, but it is the centre of our faith. When we wish one another a happy Easter, it is not just three days in an armchair, but deep joy in the knowledge that the best part of us will cheat the grave. Our weary bones, heavy flesh, addled brains, already hold the seeds of that resurrection. We are none of us mortal. (from Sacred Space, and pic from Jonny Baker)


April 8, 2007 - Posted by | god, jesus, religion


  1. Oi! Cant! Are you still there?
    I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m still checking every day!

    Comment by Dom | June 9, 2007 | Reply

  2. I think he’s been distracted by his boat!

    Comment by andy c | June 19, 2007 | Reply

  3. I can only add my voice to the previous two comments

    Comment by Lawrence Woods | June 23, 2007 | Reply

  4. Hello Lawrence! How are you doing?

    Comment by Dom | June 24, 2007 | Reply

  5. Nice to read you message Dom. Has Tony moved from Walthamstow?

    Comment by Lawrence Woods | June 25, 2007 | Reply

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