I, Me, You, and an Apocalyptic Silence

Drawing some long but interesting bows

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Dear reader,

On Sunday I led our church service at Commoners as the minister for the last time. My eyes may definitely have leaked as I fought back ugly crying to make sure I could get through the last part of the service. Tomorrow is the farewell service.

With that coming to and end as a part time role, it frees up some more time each week to devote to this space. It means this space is no longer a hobby on the side. It’s now what I came here for; an important part of my income and livelihood. So if you’re a financial supporter, thank you. The support means a lot.

In our church services of weeks through the season of Pascha/Easter we’ve had a run of scripture readings supplied by the Revised Common Lectionary from the book of Revelation. Having specifically done a paper on the book of Revelation during my formal theological studies, it’s one of my favourites. That will come up more in a future article where I plan to explore why the Left Behind series of books should have been ignored within Christendom.

But for now, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading aloud some of the Revelation imagery of heaven during our services. There’s one particular bit that caught my attention. I’ve read it many times, but for some reason, it stood out this time around, and I think it’s worth pondering. So let’s jump into one very short sentence in Revelation. I’m going to loosely connect it to other things I have been reading…