Back to life…

Cheryl has written a post that has really identified a question in me:
What are the things that bring us back to life… ?


Had I the faith or the language or the assurance, I would like to say God brings us back to life... but then I thought a second time about that and realised I don't like that answer. I don't like it because it dismisses any real questioning and/or discussion. It dismisses the problem that there are some for whom God does not 'resurrect' their life. It even dismisses the fear that maybe that's not the case and the question of 'who is God anyway'?

In the darkest days, the only answers I can rest in is Hope. And Truth.
And Justice - though I have not yet reached a conclusion that this exists in it's truest form. (If I said - and most of all, love, I could be on Moulin Rouge :)).

What brings me back to life is recovering hope. And there is nothing sadder than sitting with a person who can't find hope and nothing worse than being that person. I guess in the end, hope, truth and justice - and love - is God.


In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Albert Camus