As we continue through Holy Week, I primarily want to remind of of opportunties to engage this climactic part of Jesus' story. Many of us have participated in many, many Good Friday services and many, many Easter services. I pray that this year, these opportunities will provide you opportunities to engage with the person of Jesus, in his death and resurrection, in new and transformative ways.
I would also like to share one of my favourite poems, especially poignant at Easter:
Death Be Not Proud
by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.