It was a suitably gray day when I wandered out this morning, gray, cold and nothing like a Jerusalem morning. The exercise was intended to loosen the stiffness caused by my hard work, naturally this failed! I now have aches in places I did not know existed before now.
The somewhat glowering sky did not keep people indoors. From early on the traffic sped by the door in an unending quest for something, I know not what. Both supermarkets, and indeed the Butchers, were open, cars being loaded with important foodstuffs, enough to feed an army or two and avoid starvation over the next three days until the supermarkets are fully open on Tuesday when the whole process will restart again. (One at least will open on Easter Monday) While the foodbank has two openings in town these days and many suffer hardship through the pandemic it is clear many others have enough money to buy urgent things they do not really require, but will buy any shiny thing on offer to seek comfort and happiness.
More real pleasure and happiness in watching the glow of the Daffs in the park to me. A walk by the cricket ground 'Players Only. No Spectators' shouted the sign at the gate. No need, only a groundsman fixing the nets for some future Kids tournament was to be seen. That and a couple of Crows and a Thrush seeking worms were the only ones around. Typical English town, it must have a cricket pitche, with at least a 'first team' and a 'second,' like all other small towns have. The locals take such a game seriously, playing it at some level, talking about it as if it were important, and getting 'hot under the collar' when some question the need to spend time 'Throwing a ball at a man waving a stick?' I cannot understand the fury aroused when suggesting digging up the grass and building houses for the needy! There is a lot of space wasted there, don't you think? Don't these people care...?
After staggering home I decided to do nothing all weekend if I can, though I must hobble to St Ps on Sunday. So, today I watched the church Good Friday Meditation, on YouTube thankfully, and then sought out the football that will fill the rest of the weekend. Obviously with prayer and watchfulness ongoing.
Eggs are found at Eastertime, Bunnies however, ought not to be found in this context! The image of an egg representing 'new life' was well known in Jesus day and Christians took to it well. Today this is more of a chocolate bonanza but, looking at those small cream eggs sitting there with my name on I say it is perfectly acceptable!
I hope your Easter is a good one
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