Lent 5, Year B Magnetism
Reading the readings for this week in the late afternoon light, I was filled with a strange lightness of spirit despite the darkness of the words. This feeling transported me back to a moment, a couple of years ago, when as a curate at All Saints, Riverside, I spent several afternoons visiting with Father Lyn, a retired priest of that parish who was dying. I used to go and visit him and we would sit in his yard. His son would stoke the little fire pit that Fr. Lyn had and he would offer me something hard, and I begging the need to drive, drank only water, and sparingly. Lyn, jaundiced and grave in his quietness, yet somehow full of light, filled me up with wisdom those afternoons. I was ministering to him in some ways, attending to a dying man’s spirit, but really he was ministering to me. Do I remember much of our conversations? A bit, but out of context little of what passed between us seemed very grand, but the afternoons after I would drive ...