Something actually spiritual for a change!
Some time ago a parishioner gave me a copy of the
Northumbria Community office book Celtic Daily Prayer, published by the company
she worked for. I was a bit sceptical as for most people ‘Celtic Christianity’
seems to be Hello-Clouds-Hello-Sky-skip-through-the-fields stuff rather than,
say, the Culdees spending hours up the waist in the freezing water of holy
wells reciting Psalms. But this book turned out to be rather rigorous in its
spirituality, albeit a bit rude to St Wilfrid, so that was all right.
the bond of love which God’s own hand
hath wrought.
- I read this morning. One of the lines I tend, I
admit, to reach for when I’ve taken funeral services for people I may not have
known very well, or at all, is to speak about ‘the bonds of love which death is
powerless to overcome’. I’ve sometimes wondered if this is a bit sentimental. Maybe
friends and relatives seldom listen that carefully to homilies at their loved
ones’ funerals, but, just in case they might, I want to give hope, but not sell
the Gospel short either. Not everything makes it through the process of purgation. Yet at the same time I do believe that love comes from nowhere but God, and that
therefore that must survive. What is good about us is gathered by him, and no
genuine love we have shared can be lost.
And here is the great and founder of the Cowley Fathers, whose faith was nothing if not demanding, using the same phrase. It also made me think something else. If it’s our love of God which carries us into the new creation, and that love is itself a bond God’s own hand hath wrought, it too is unbreakable. What happiness there is in this, that even in our love of him, we rely not on our own frailty, but his eternal faithfulness.
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