February 2008
Dear Friends
With the date of Easter Sunday this year falling on
23 March, which is earlier than any of us has ever experienced,
or indeed any of us is likely ever to experience in
the future either, (although it can actually fall on
22 March – can anyone let me know when last this happened,
or indeed when next it will?!), there is a real feeling
that the new year is just whizzing past! Lent begins
with Ash Wednesday on 6 Feb, which just about gives
me the chance to put in a word for the Lent Study Groups,
looking at the Lord’s Prayer. In case you are not aware,
the chance is given every two years for friends from
across the various Hitchin churches to meet in homes
to learn and share together, and you are encouraged
to consider this – full details are still available
in church.
Thus it would seem especially appropriate this month
to find a word to help us to maintain our balance, to
help us to regulate our lives, and not to feel that
the year is spinning away faster and faster. Our church
text speaks of God’s promised gift of peace, and Lent
is perhaps above all the season for reflection, for
quiet, for taking time out, in order to prepare for
Easter, for the great story at the heart of our faith
of Jesus’ death upon the cross and his rising from the
grave.
At such a time, especially this year, the opening words
of Kenneth Grahame’s wonderful tale The Wind in the
Willows seem to have a really helpful pointer. One
if the leading characters in the story is Mole who,
as I’m sure you will recall, has been busy: indeed
“the Mole had been working very hard all the morning,
spring cleaning his little home. First with brooms,
then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs,
with a brush and a pail of white-wash; till he had
dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash
all over his black fur, and an aching back, and weary
arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the
earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark
and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent
and longing. It was small wonder then that he suddenly
flung down his brushes on the floor, said, ‘Bother!’
and ‘O blow!’ and also ‘Hang spring-cleaning!’ and bolted
out of the house without waiting even to put on his
coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously
so he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged
working busily with his little paws and muttering to
himself, ‘Up we go! Up we go!’ till at last, pop! his
snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself
rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.
“‘This is fine!’, he said to himself. ‘This is better
than whitewashing!’ The sunshine struck hot on his
fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow Jumping off
all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and
the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued
his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge
on the further side.”
So the scene is set for the unfolding story, the journey,
the adventure, the delight, the friendships – and it
all serves to remind me of what’s important, and what
may be less important, as we make our way on our unfolding
story.
With my love and prayers in this month and this season,
in this busy and fast-flowing year, your friend and
pastor,
Andrew