Thoughts on viewing the ashes of Notre Dame Cathedral,
Paris, France, Holy Week 2019
Nothing is indestructible. The façade of strength hides a weakness which
can trigger destruction. So it is with buildings and human beings.
Nothing lasts forever. On this earth, a century of work can be
destroyed in a day. Do not put your hope
in things which ‘moths and rust’, or fire, can consume.
What makes a monument significant
is unseen. Monuments are cherished
because of the dreams they represent. A
spire is a symbol of human aspirations to be with God. Spires fall. Spirits
rise.
Destruction has it’s
day. But it is only a day. Hidden underneath destruction’s ashes lies the
spirit’s desire to resurrect that which has been destroyed. Death is the last
enemy.
Friday is destruction’s day.
But, Saturday, underneath Friday’s
ashes, hidden in tombs, the Spirit stirs, undoing Friday’s day of destruction,
recreating.
Sunday dawns, for cathedrals
and churches and synagogues. For trees and plants and flowers. For oceans and
rivers and lakes. For you and your loved
ones and your God.
Sunday is Saturday’s Hope realized.
Resurrection has a Day. On its day the sun does not set. Human beings
unite, across continents and oceans, overcoming races and languages and
politics, to dream of restoration. Resurrection.
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