What a glorious Holy Week. Lots of people in church, plenty of obvious devotion from those attending. The Triduum went without hitch and the choir and servers excelled themselves. As one of our congregation remarked, in the pub after the Vigil last night, our little church continues to punch well and truly above its weight. Thank you to everyone who has been part of it.
Yet there is not room for complacency. For as I drove home from church this morning, from a glorious Easter day Mass at which we baptised baby Harry Grech, I was struck by how many people were just about the daily grind. I was struck by how the meaning of Easter is just lost on most Britons today. A bus went passed with shoppers, the rubbish collection service was parked at the end of the road hungry for recycled goods. Joggers and cyclists were exercising aplenty. The public houses are full. For so many people in Britain this was just another bank holiday the purpose of which entirely passes them by. Christ’s resurrection has not touched them at all.
In his Maundy Thursday homily Father Nicholas reminded us that we must care for the salvation of souls. We who love the Lord must take greater responsibility. We have been tasked with going out into the world to proclaim the good news! All of us should be hungry to add new members to the Church he founded on the Apostles. All should be about the work of calling people into the unity.
Have a truly wonderful Easter but do not put your feet up. Get out there and share your faith with love and enthusiasm. Dare to be an evangelist and missioner. Dare to share your faith that you might save a soul from ruin. These isles have been converted more than once having fallen away from Christ. Now is the time for a new evangelisation. And we need outward looking missioners full of zeal. Men and women whose hearts are close to Christ from whom grace can flow to others.