The Vicar writes…..
At last. It’s officially SPRING! What a long hard winter it has been, from -6c in my garden in January to a high of +16c this week in March….numerous frosts, some significant snow falls, and a lot of cold hands and feet later. I love the winter, the snow, the frost and the cold…but I am glad that the warmer weather and the signs of springtime are finally with us. The last couple of months have also been a hard time for people in our community as we see businesses folding, friends losing their jobs and the general pressure of life taking its toll on us all.
Thank God for Easter and the resurrection promise. The seasons are the constant reminder to us all that change is possible and that many changes are very welcome indeed. Much as I love the snow, I would hate for it to be ‘always winter and never Christmas’ as it was in C S Lewis’s Narnia when the White Witch reigned supreme. Some of us have had to say goodbye to loved ones this year and we have specially felt the grip of that winter chill as we stood by the graveside, or placed our flowers. Good Friday and Easter give us cause to hope and reason to welcome the future. Imagine Good Friday without Easter Day and you are immediately catapulted into the world of so many people out there who have no hope or prospect of change, trapped in their personal circumstances with only the same broken story to repeat day after day.
Jesus Christ changed all of that.
His journey to Calvary and the darkness of the cross reminds us that we are never alone on our darkest of days; he understands what it feels like to have no hope and to see no way out. As he was hanging on that terrible piece of wood in the searing heat and suffering the torrent of abuse from wicked people who should have known better, how very tempting it must have been to say to himself…and to God: “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this stuff.” ~ and the next moment a thousand-strong army of angels appear to rescue him and dare anyone standing nearby to lay a finger on him.
Every year I read the Holy Week story I wish it was different. Whenever I get to the passion narratives and the terrible moments of betrayal, verbal and physical abuse, brutality, bullying, scape-goating and the like, I find myself wishing for a history rubber so that I can rub out this awful event in Jesus’ life. I wish with all of my being that I could do anything to not make it so…and to change this moment when all of human sin, yours, mine, Hitler’s, Judas’s….everyone’s, was piled sky high upon the shoulders of our lovely Lord Jesus and the weight of it drag him down and down and down, into very hell itself.
Every one of us deserved his punishment. Every spiteful letter, every curdled comment, every twisted motive, every abuse of privilege, every cruel remark, every forgotten responsibility, every cowardly deed….everything you or I have ever done that has made God sad or angry…all of it piled onto him.
What a price to pay for your salvation and mine. No wonder we have so much to celebrate as Easter Day approaches. We cannot change the past; it has already been written. But we can change its effect upon us by learning from it and resolving to live a life that doesn’t cause Jesus Christ more grief. Who could ever begin to want to do that after all he had to go through for each of us. No wonder St Paul warns the early church not to ‘grieve the Holy Spirit’ (Ephesians 4vs30) and Hebrews 6vss1-6 urges us not to put at risk our salvation by ‘crucifying Christ all over again’ through just carrying on with behaviour the Bible clearly teaches us is wrong.
The cross is the highest price anyone could pay for your life or mine. Let’s deplore the fact that it was necessary because of our sin; and always treasure the value it places upon the need to live as Jesus showed us by his example and teaching. It is a scary thing to me to remember at this time of year that one day we shall each stand before the ascended Jesus Christ and give account for all we have thought, said and done. Given the stakes, it seems to me worth taking some time out before that happens to make sure the cost of Calvary has not been lost on us.
May each of us give the utmost value to what has been done for us on the cross, and as we celebrate the Easter promise, set our minds and hearts to live lives that would make Jesus Christ proud.
Happy Easter to you all.
Robert

moment in our country. Traditionally, Mother’s Day is associated with celebration, thanksgiving for our Mums, flowers and gifts of appreciation, a special service in church, lunch out with the family … for Jade’s family it was a last farewell vigil as she slipped into eternity in the early hours of the breaking dawn.
us all the opportunity to prepare for the greatest certainty that any of us face – we are all going to die (not withstanding the return of Christ in our lifetime of course!) so let’s take every opportunity to step into shoes of the star players as we track through Jesus’ final days here on earth. Let’s sit with the disciples at the last supper and feel the emotions of friendship and family which Jesus’ death sent into chaos.![[STEPPE2]](http://www.stjohnserith.org/STEPPE2_disp100.jpg)
This autumn we celebrate with our Scouts the life of one man who has helped to bring illumination into the lives of thousands, indeed millions of young people across the world. It is 100 years since Baden Powell began his experiment on Brownsea Island and gave new purpose, direction and inspiration to countless people growing up. Anyone who has ever had anything to do with the Scouting Movement cannot help but be inspired by the values and skills that are being passed on from one generation to another. I regularly see this in our own parish at close quarters and am deeply impressed by the tireless work of all those brilliant adults who give up their time and energies to enable youth to benefit from all that Scouting, and of course the Guide movement, which followed on a bit later, have to offer. I still have pictures on my mobile phone of the water fight I got caught up in at the Scout summer camp and proof that I did actually make it up (and down!) the climbing wall at the Guide camp.