Yesterday was not a good day for me. In the morning one of our dogs got tangled up in my computer cord and managed to drag my computer across the table into my coffee cup spilling coffee all over my computer. For most of the day it was unusable. Miraculously (or so it seemed) around 4pm it suddenly came to life again and seems to be none the worse for its dowsing. Next we discovered that we have ants in the printer again. Yes they love to nest right in it which makes for very interesting patterns sometimes on things that we scan. I do love God’s creation but at the moment there are certain creatures I do not appreciate at all.
When I finally got my computer up and running and downloaded my email tragic news awaited me. It made my morning trials pall into insignificance. Ali Lawrence a good friend of ours in England who has been struggling with stomach cancer for the last year, passed away just before Easter. She leaves behind her husband Chris and their 2 small children Asha (in the photo with Ali) and Kirin. I have never been so impressed by a person’s embracing of the suffering pathway that God has led them down. Ali’s blog over this last year has been an inspiration to me. Her journey towards the Cross this Easter was truly an entering into the passion of Christ. May she as triumphantly enter into his resurrection too.
Here is how how her husband Chris described Ali’s passing
“Here are words from a song written by our friend Doug, so much in my mind at the moment:
Gather, gather us in.
Gather, gather us in
Christ like a shepherd, call your sheep,
Into the house where the frightened can sleep,
Into the place where the weary can rest,
Into the home, where you welcome the lost,
Jesus our saviour we pray
Jesus our saviour we pray
Ali went home on Wednesday morning April 4th. Gathered in.
I sat with Ali’s Mum Ann, and twin sister Sue, as her breathing slowed and her pulse weakened over two hours until dawn. We had sung together, prayed Compline, listened to songs from Binham priory.
It was a death, but at some points it was like waiting for a birth. We were waiting for something to happen which was so beyond our ability to control. There was a sense of wonder as we witnessed this.
Our four-year-old daughter Asha was sitting on a log last Saturday – in the middle of Epping forest, having her photo taken. She asked “can you put this photo in mummy’s coffin and can we ask Jesus to show it to her when the coffin gets to heaven?”
Kirin, our two year old son, simply says – “mummy sleeping”.