And I marvelled greatly at this sight; for despite our uninformed way of life and our blindness here, our courteous Lord still endlessly regards us in this conduct of ours, and rejoices. And we can please him best of all by wisely and truly believing this and rejoicing with him and in him; for as truly as we shall be in the bliss of God without end, praising and thanking him, so truly in the foresight of God we have been loved and known in his endless purpose from without beginning.Julian of Norwich. Revelations of Divine Joy; Long Text, Chapter 85.
Easter Saturday; we wait. Tomorrow, the power of God, manifest on earth will raise Christ, the man, from the dead. No trickery, no smoke and mirrors; the same power that created the universe will restore it. Not to it’s former glory, no, far better than that, it will be restored to its future Glory.
But right now, we are remembering the liminal space between death and resurrection. It is a place of darkness where we have left the old, but are yet to meet the new. But how do we leave it, move on, for if we are not careful, we could end up in a state of liminality for a very long time.
Nobody actually knew what life would be like when the Messiah came. Many thought they did; a warrior, freedom fighter, a man that would lead the successful overthrow of the Roman occupation. They put a shape to the unknown, and then became limited by it.
Liminality, I have found, is far less about waiting for the new, and far more about letting go of the old; two things trapping us in a constant time of transition if we are not careful. Both a failure to change and a pride or inflexibility that puts a shape and / or condition to the next season, can limit us.
The new rarely looks as we either wanted it to, or expected it to. Christ wasn’t recognised immediately after the resurrection; the disciples had to adjust. And yet, when we grasp it, opportunity by opportunity as they are presented to us, one small step at a time, it is always unexpectedly better than we could ever ask or imagine. Sometimes, resurrection is literally staring us in the face, and when we think we are waiting for God, actually, is God that is waiting for us to recognise it.
So, we let go not only of the old, but also of out own fabrication of the ‘new’ and allow God to wash us up on a strange shore, a shore that may take time and exploration, but will leads us to his endless purpose for our lives. Resurrection really is limitless, if we allow it to be.