Michael Marsh preached last Sunday about the end of the world, according to Jesus, and how at various times in our life we face an end to our world.
Think about a day your world ended and you will recall it most intensely in your gut and in your heart. On that day the stars no longer pointed the way and the sun offered no light or warmth. Your mind was filled with confusion, your heart with distress, and you were scared to death.
His words here reminded me of how I felt last summer. The Summer of the Hornets. But Marsh says that what seems an end is also a beginning.
The end of our world is not a time to fall down or hang our heads in despair. It is, Jesus says, a time to stand up and raise our heads in expectation and hope.
Expectation and hope. I like that. Michael Marsh has become a spiritual mentor to me.