Tag: Perspective

Tizwot and the Could’ve Beans

Tizwot and the Could’ve Beans

(Lyndall Bywater, April 2019)

 

It was a gloomy Saturday morning on the little street. ‘The perfect day for a clear-out,’ Fixit the Dog had said. ‘Let’s empty all those cupboards we’ve been ignoring for months!’ She bounced a little, nearly wiping Scratchit Cat’s coffee table clean of its contents by the wagging of her extremely bushy tail.

 

‘If it gets you out of my house,’ said Scratchit, teeth clenched and claws flexing, ‘then I’m all for it.’ Continue reading “Tizwot and the Could’ve Beans” →

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A good Friday Reflection

Today I enjoy the sun, feeling the warmth of coming spring … but today I hold lightly to my joy, because on this day the clouds darkened the sky over a brutal execution.

Today I join many in worship, feeling the swell of rightful pride as a crowd of us take a cross into the public square … but today I hold lightly to my pride, because on this day a crowd yelled in hatred at the kindest man the world had ever known.

Today I rail at life’s little niggles, inconvenienced by things which don’t quite happen the way I’d like them to … but today I hold lightly to my ideal world, because on this day injustice danced while it ripped up the rule-book on all that is right and fair.

Today I lean into the privilege of rest, taking time to eat and drink, read and sleep … but today I hold lightly to that rest, because on this day a blameless man faced his final, dreadful hours on no sleep, with no sustenance, even refusing the painkillers he was offered.

Today I know sorrow for the senseless murder of a young woman in Northern Ireland … but today I hold lightly to my sorrow, because on this day a man chose not to rescue himself from the most barbaric type of murder the human race has ever invented.

Today I am surrounded by family, feeling the vitality of love and connection … but today I hold lightly to that surroundedness, because on this day a man tasted the bitter cocktail of betrayal and abandonment, as loved-one after loved-one ran away.

Today I feel the pull of disagreement, of feeling aggrieved at the views others hold … but today I hold lightly to my frustration, because on this day the volatility of fractious politics ended in the pulling apart of an innocent man.

Today I revel in the little things, enjoying the sense of accomplishment as I get jobs done … but today I hold lightly to my achievements, because on this day a man looked futility and failure full in the face and did not turn away.

Today I live, delighting in the contours of this journey we call living … but today I hold lightly to that life, because on this day God died.