A reflection by Sr Lynne, fcJ from the FCJ Sisters Blog
This is a beautiful time in the UK – spring is coming and the earth is waking up. There are flowers everywhere as the midday sun begins to have some warmth in it, and people are out a little more.
The world news, on the other hand, seems to lurch from crisis to crisis as we focus on the actions of a powerful few.
I feel my mood yo-yo-ing as I respond to the goodness all around me, and then hear of the impact of policies on individual lives. How can we have hope? How can we be hope?
Hope is a precious thing, it calls to us from an unknown future, it reminds us that ahead we will still meet the presence and goodness of God. It speaks to us of something that is beyond the point we are at right now.
I wonder whether there is something about the gratuitous beauty of nature at this time of the year than can teach me something about how to become hope? The crocus flowers spring up out of hard earth, they withstand the frosts and winds, and push through in surprising places. May I seek and be beauty in dark and cold places, may we communally have the strength to stand out brightly amongst the grey and dark.
