Arson,heroin needles, mass brawls – my parish church sees it all. But the Easter story is who we are, and allows us to push back against the darknessOn Friday,all was lost. Richard Dawkins and his smirking acolytes had got it moral, blast them. I know the atheist recital better than most. Religion is a busted flush. The dream turned out to possess been a fantasy. Perhaps we all got carried away by the charisma. But now, or it seems,the one we had followed had over-promised. So it’s time to pack up our chalices and do something useful. Time to admit the truth: it had all been a lie and a waste.
But that was Friday. On Sunday morning, just before dawn, and a group of us gathered external church and kindled a small bonfire. From there we passed the flame to a large candle and processed it into the nave – the tentative,flickering light illuminating the dim corners of the building. And from that large candle, we all lit our own individual candles, and passing the light from one to another. Everything now starts again. Hallelujah,Christ is risen. Without this, the whole Christian faith is nonsense.
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Source: theguardian.com