My Dad, and the Son who Died
My Dad died last week, ultimately, like oh so many, of the coronavirus. We hadn’t seen him for over three weeks, and though he was full of years, full of love, and, to the very last, full of humour, his death was untimely. It always is.
It was never meant to be this way.
That’s why, on this day, Jesus gave himself up to death – to kill it, rolled-away-stone dead.
(This article is from Connecting with Culture, a series from the London Institute of Contemporay Christianity)