Thoroughly Alive

We must hunger after the beautiful and the good...



We are safe in Kentucky after a giddy (hours of singing at the top of our lungs), glorious (be blessed O Lord, spring has filled the earth!), and yes, grueling two days of driving. We set off with stomachs and souls well-filled by a mini Clarkson reunion centered on the world's best biscuits (thanks Uncle Wiley!), and even found a Starbucks to gird us for the road. But then we headed straight for the gamut of cat-and-dog rains, an unexpected trip to a clinic for the sudden appearance of a "carbuncle" on Joy's neck (we've now titled our trip, "the adventures of Sarah and the Carbuncle Girl," as it rhymed loosely with Simon and Garfunkel and seemed extremely funny at the time), and more late-night driving than I bargained for. After our dramas however, we are now delightedly ensconced in Tante Gwen's best spare room bed, full of "beef roast" and getting sleepy to the mumble of thunder and pixie-dance of rain outside. I'm glad to be here, settled, as Good Friday comes to a close. Easter draws near and my heart is ready to be in a still place where I can contemplate the life the burgeons within my spirit, life begun at the cross. This has been heavy on my mind of late as Joy and I were in an Easter play in which I saw the story of Jesus, of Love confronting Death, each night. The sight of that play, the acting I did within it has been my Easter meditation, something I will be writing about in the next couple of days. For now though, the rain and my road-weary eyes are  demanding that I give up the struggle after thought to yield instead to sleep, to the song of a gentling storm, to the grace of being safe within these walls. I leave you with an Easter prayer:

Blessed are you, Lord God of our salvation, to you be praise and glory for ever. As once you ransomed your people from Egypt and led them to freedom in the promised land, so now you have delivered us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of your risen Son. May we, the first fruits of your new creation, rejoice in this new day you have made, and praise you for your mighty acts. Blessed be God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Blessed be God for ever.

Sarah Clarkson3 Comments