I‘ve decided to spend the next few days staying at our little house in Newcastle, on the coast just past the Bloody Bridge.  The weather was amazing today and I’m looking forward to just relaxing, chilling and taking some time out.
Right from the moment I drove into Newcastle I could just feel myself relax.  I just love the view you get of the Mournes as you approach the town from Murlough.  I don’t think I will ever get tired of that view – it takes my breath away every time and today was no different, it was stunning with a slight heat haze hovering over them.  Any time I’m away and I think of home that is usually the image that comes to mind first, there’s something almost steadying or grounding in that view...for me anyway, a little piece of my homeland. 
Although it does still make me a little bit sad when I drive past our old caravan park which is now covered in house's...so many memories of fun times there all dug up and covered in bricks and mortar...but they still remain where they are important in my head and in my heart.
Then as I drove through the town out towards the harbour with the window down there was a briny, seaweedy smell that was actually really fresh...maybe different...or else the sun just makes everything seem so much better!!  
I love looking at the stars in a clear night sky and here the sky is so so clear at the minute.  At home you can’t get the full effect of the stars because they are dulled by the street lamps, so when I went and sat on my rock staring up at the black night it looked like there were thousands more stars than usual.  It was awesome.  Sitting there on my rock with the distant sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, the wind idling in the leaves of the trees beside me, the occasional bleating of a nearby sheep and the vast expanse of the starry hosts above me.  I could see the odd aeroplane pass over silently obviously miles above, the constant flash of the lighthouse at St John’s point, the plough...the only constellation that I can recognise and even a shooting star.  Brilliant!
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
I really like Easter.  
I think I would even say that it is my favourite time of the year - yep even more so than Christmas!  
I had quite an odd conception of the period of time between Christmas and Easter when I was younger.  It was like we prepared for Christs birth in December and then all of Jesus' 33 years and the entire gospel message fit in to 3 or 4 months depending on when Easter fell.  After that there was some kind of Summer-y abyss when nothing happened!!
I guess in a way that is where we are in present days...in that summer-y abyss but we live in hope, hope of the return of the one Who Has Risen and it is only because of that fact we have any hope at all.  
So yeh, Holy Week leading up to Easter Sunday is my favourite week of the year and it was celebrated wonderfully this year throughout the Lisburn circuit.  It was particularly interesting to be part of a Passover/Seder meal on Maundy Thursday when all of the elements of the meal and their significance were explained as we shared in it together, this was significantly brought to a close by sharing in communion together, the Christian Eucharist or Love Feast which Jesus asks us to do in remembrance of Him and which He shared with the 12 disciples at his final Passover meal.  
Good Friday seen the carrying of the cross up Bow Street by the leaders of the main city centre churches.  I had intended to get some pictures of this but as soon as the procession led by the cross began to move the heavens opened soaking everyone but the message of the cross was still proclaimed and celebrated.  
The celebration that I look forward to most of all is the dawn rise service at Hillsborough Lake.  As much as it may surprise many people I enjoy getting up really early to go and worship the risen Lord as the sun rises up over the lake.  It may be cold, it may be damp and there may be lots of little flies eating you for breakfast but for me there's just something really special about being there to greet Easter morning and I don't think my Easter would be the same without it.  
Then there was our Easter celebration service, a service full of life and Joy as well as a few surprises - especially for the young boy who had an egg smashed over his head by Rev Brian!!!  Fair enough it was an empty shell but i'd have loved to have seen his face if it hadn't been - he was surprised enough as it was!!!  
Brian shared a wonderful poem with us that really captures the essence of Easter....  
Because He is Risen  
Because he is risen 
Spring is possible I
n all the cold hard places 
Gripped by winter 
And freedom jumps the queue 
To take fear’s place as our focus 
Because he is risen  
Because he is risen 
My future is an epic novel 
Where once it was a mere short story 
My contract on life is renewed in perpetuity 
My options are open-ended 
My travel plans are cosmic 
Because he is risen  
Because he is risen 
Healing is on order and assured 
And every disability will bow 
Before the endless dance of his ability 
And my grave too will open 
When my life is restored 
For this frail and fragile body 
Will not be the final word on my condition 
Because he is risen  
Because he is risen 
Hunger will go begging in the streets 
For want of a home 
And selfishness will have a shortened shelf-life 
And we will throng to the funeral of famine 
And dance on the callous grave of war 
And poverty will be history 
In our history 
Because he is risen  
And because he is risen 
A fire burns in my bones 
And my eyes see possibilities 
And my heart hears hope 
Like a whisper on the wind 
And the song that rises in me 
Will not be silenced 
As life disrupts 
This shadowed place of death 
Like a butterfly under the skin 
And death itself 
Runs terrified to hide 
Because he is risen  
By Gerard Kelly  
All of this is possible because He is Risen...because Christ died for each of us...but rose again conquering the grave.  The service was closed in sharing the Eucharist and a rousing version of 'Thine Be the Glory' (prompting another childhood memory for me.  My Nanny would have taken me to Newcastle Methodist on the odd occasion during 'caravan season' and i have a distinct memory of singing this song one Sunday morning after they had shared communion and I was convinced in my innocence and naivety that the words were 'Risen Concrete Sun'!!!) but there seemed to be a real sense of pure worship and expectancy and so may we take that attitude of worship and expectancy out in to the 'summer-y abyss' knowing our Risen Lord walking by our side.