Meanwhile, a friend and his family have also been waiting in
these early days of Lent. For them, it
was the last illness of his mother; the waiting was quite simply for her to
slip away peacefully, as they hoped her death would be. We talked about these
different kinds of waiting, one of us for a birth and the other for a death.
Like T. S. Eliot in The Journey of the
Magi, we had seen birth and death and thought they were different.
But
perhaps they aren’t. When we keep vigil by
a loved human being going through one of life’s sacred passages, when we wait for
a birth or a death to come, we realise how similar they are, to people of faith
at any rate. We are born, we die, we are re-born in some new and unimagined
way. Both usually involve waiting and pangs, and generous helpings of patience,
endurance and hope. There is often not much else that we can do than be present
to what is happening and to those who wait with us: we must allow things to take
the time they take.
This theme of how we spend time has a Lenten aspect to it.
This Lent, a Durham idea about trying to live in a way that is less busy has
captured the imagination of a surprising number of people. It was stimulated by
Stephen Cherry’s recent book Beyond
Busyness. There is a website with resources: www.notbusy.co.uk, and even a red wristband
to wear as notbusy people. The Twitter hashtag #NOTBUSY is being well used. All
this is to open up space in our lives so that we pay more attention to God and to
one another; perhaps, in the words of a slogan we coined in my Coventry days, ‘do
less well’ (read those words several times putting the accent on different
words).
I’ve found in the first two weeks of Lent that waiting for
our grandchild has instilled a keener sense of wanting to be less busy so that
I can concentrate on this great event that is about to happen, be present to
the experience of anticipated delight and joy.
Of course, everyday life doesn’t stop when someone is born or dies,
though it can feel like it – ‘stop all the clocks’ said Auden in a brilliantly
observed line of poetry. For time does change
in the way we experience it, which is why we find it astonishing that the world
goes on as if nothing has happened to us.
This different and more sacramental quality is what I am
trying to notice. I want to try and embrace
what we might call ‘God’s time’ with its gift of a deeper experience of being
alive. And I want to allow this glimpse to make some difference to my ordinary
days. Lent with its intertwining of
mortality, springtime, renewal and resurrection hope is an exquisitely rich season.
So, waiting and preparing for Easter, and waiting and preparing for a birth or
a death, belong together. Lent gathers up so much of life, its shadows and its light
and everything in between.
And if ‘death is swallowed up in victory’, then birth too is an act of defiance against all that is deathly and deadly in our world. A birth
brings not just delight but hope for the human race: life begins again. The old
English word ‘Lent’ means spring. Soon the green blade rises.
For my recent sermon on not being busy in Lent, see my blog
of sermons and addresses at
deanstalks.blogspot.com.