by Artist Eye
I recently embarked on a project which, frankly, I was sure was going to fail. So convinced was I of its imminent demise, that I had essentially already dug a hole to bury it in. I don’t like to fail. Only the intervention of some perceptive friends kept me from giving up the effort all together.
Sunday’s gospel was the story of Jesus raising the son of the Widow of Nain from the dead (Luke 7:11-25) Sunday’s preacher described a lively tableau of the scene which included two characters who, after the miracle had taken place, were left to go and fill in the hole they had dug for the now no-longer-dead man. Joyful work that, filling in the holes we’ve dug ourselves to bury the people and projects, ideals and ideas we’ve given up hope in.