I was thinking about this as I walked down the garden path yesterday. Brilliant winter sunlight was shining through the trees, and it struck me that, in addition to moving towards a Birth Day, we're also moving towards the light.
The curious thing about moving towards the light is that you can't see where you're going, all you can see is the light . . . which dazzles your vision.
On the other hand, if you turn and walk away from the light you can see perfectly . . . all the shadows, all the pot-holes.
Moving towards the light, you need to trust . . . you've no idea where you're going.
As we grope our way towards the light, towards this Birth Day, I can't think of any passage that better sums up our present position than a speech from "A Sleep of Prisoners" by Christopher Fry.
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The human heart can go the lengths of God . . .
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul men ever took.
Affairs are now soul size.The enterprise is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake . . .
But will you wake, for pity's sake?
