Thought for the week
When the Sun danced
Yes, we, as children, believed that the sun danced in early morning sky on Easter Day. And if you got up after dawn you would see that this was true, they told us. A couple of times we managed to drag ourselves out of our beds and, more often than not, the sky was overcast, but whenever the sun made an appearance we convinced ourselves that, yes, it is dancing with joy to greet the risen Lord. In training to be Moving Statue Groupies!
No. This was a beautiful image for children receptive to what theologians call the transcendent: nature was greeting the Risen Lord after a long grey winter. And in truth, the Resurrection of Jesus is known only in the impulses of the heart: a child’s heart especially.
There’s an ancient tale of a rabbi who gathered his students together while it was still dark. He put this question to them: how can you tell when night has ended and day is on its way back? One said: when you can tell a sheep from a dog. No, said the rabbi. Another said: when you can know a fig tree from a peach. No said the rabbi. Other students racked their brains.
‘What’s the answer?’ they asked eventually.
‘When you can look at the face of a man or woman and see that he is your brother; she is your sister. And if you can’t do that then it is still night.’
A beautiful compliment to 1 John 2: 8 – 9:
The night is over
And the real light is already shining.
Anyone who claims to be in the light
But hates his brother
Is still in the dark.