Breathe on me, Breath of God

March 1st brings for us, in the Northern hemisphere, the new season of Spring. After the sudden heavy snow fall of early February, most are now longing for longer sunny days

The snow of course transformed our already beautiful community into an even more glorious winter wonderland and although only lasting a couple of days, provided much sledging and 4×4 entertainment for the entire Buckley family! Yet even as the soon-melting snow ebbed away – it was amazing to see snowdrops and other new shoots pushing their way through the wintery blanket covering our garden. I was reminded of the beautiful, if often misunderstood, book of Song of Solomon. Chapter 2 verses 11 & 12 promise, “See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come; the cooing of doves is heard in our land.”

Spring then acts as a marker for a seasonal change. Summer is not yet here, but the promise of its arrival isproclaimed; the first fruits of it are in the air and the memory of dark bleak winter days fade with the rising light and firstgreen shoots.

And perhaps that speaks as a hopeful metaphor for many in these days of great uncertainty. Even as I write this in mid-February, Brexit, global insecurity and political andfinancial upheaval across the globe are causing many to wonder what might be next. How can we find solutions toseemingly intractable circumstances? I’m reminded of the endless winter in CS Lewis’ wonderful novel where,
under the White Witches Rule, Narnia has become a land of despair and defeat, frozen and powerless. There is no joy and there is no peace. Every day is as if it is “always winter but never Christmas.”

But that of course is not the end of the story, neither for Narnia nor, I would urge, for us. We have a God who like Aslan is on the move. If you’ve read the story, you’ll remember that after Aslan, the great Lion, had victoriously risen from the dead, he breathes a breath of life over all the loyal Narnians who had been turned to stone by the Witch, restoring them fully to life.

In these changeable days, may we all experience anew the hope-filling, life sustainingbreath of our King, the Lion of Judah.

Breathe on me, Breath of God, Till I am wholly Thine, Until this earthly part of meGlows with Thy fire divine.

and warmer climes.

Love Tim

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Tim Buckley

Priest in Charge Loves church pioneering, family, guitars, Macs, jeeps and Jesus, not necessarily in that order...