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Coronavirus will make the cherry blossom all the more beautiful. Credit: Tom Williams/CQ-Roll Call, Inc via Getty Images
“Know that you are dust and to dust you shall return.” With these words, Lent began. I marked my congregation’s heads with dust, looked them in the eye, and told them that — in the grand scheme of things — they were not long for this world. To put it at its starkest: I told them to go home and prepare to die. That was only a month ago, on 26th February. The previous day the Heath Secretary had informed the House of Commons that 13 people in the UK had tested positive for the virus. No one had died of it, yet.
Lent was first created as a way of getting ready for Easter, especially for those preparing for baptism. Forty days of fasting and self-denial were supposed to mirror Jesus’ forty days in the wilderness, which, in turn, was an echo of the forty years that the people of Israel had spent in the desert, searching for their promised land. In these empty, barren desert spaces, with little surrounding them to sustain life, human beings had to reckon with their own vulnerability and closeness to death. And this experience squeezed out various forms of wisdom that more comfortable periods of life tended to obscure.
Above all, the daily reminders of human mortality were a way of focusing attention on the things that mattered most in life. Death’s presence burned away the trivial, like a refiner’s fire. Lent was supposed to mimic that experience.
This year, mimicry is not required. In locked down Britain, Lent has has universally become a period of isolation, scarcity and the constant reminders of death.
I wondered about beginning this column with the words: “The good news is that you are all going to die.” But I thought some may find this offensive, especially those who fear for their loved ones. Yet, as a clergyman, who has taken a great many funerals and so has lived up close and personal with death for over a quarter of a century, I have learned many important things from her. She has taught me to hold more closely the people that I love. That there is something so precious about the life we have, yet so often we take it for granted. That there is a beauty to the world made more vivid, more electrically alive, precisely because it is transient.
In 1994, Melvyn Bragg conducted an interview with the writer Dennis Potter who was dying of cancer. Potter was truly magnificent, flying with intellectual energy and characteristic defiance. Drawing on a fag in the studio and sipping from a glass of Champagne, Potter was doing the interview his own way. Quite rightly, he cared little about the sort of religion that offered God as some cheap way of avoiding death. But the presence of death enabled him to see things that he hadn’t properly seen before. It’s best to watch him saying it, but these are the words:
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SubscribePerhaps this is why it seems so cruel that people are being turned away from the countryside, told to go home to their high-rise inner city lives or mean streets.
I can’t think of anything more spiteful than the desire to deprive cooped up people of the beauty of spring.
If only the majority of people in charge of things still believed in God they would not be terrified of death and not be imposing these ridiculous restrictions to try and prevent the inevitable.
If I catch COVID 19 I would like to die in the 11th century garden of my father’s house, on a camp bed, where I can breathe in the oxygen newly exhaled by the grass. I had a beautiful religious experience there a couple of years ago, in which I was overwhelmed with the peace and a great crowd of jackdaws, though I thought they were crows at the time, they were so large, were circling overhead, very low and all the way up into the azure sky as far as one could see and seemed to be imitating doves cooing and crooning.
Alison, Its not about you and your risks
Its about preventing you from spreading the virus and risking other people’s lives by overloading the NHS.
You might regard yourself as a hero for staying at home and not ‘clogging up the NHS’ what is the NHS for, exactly in your view, if not for treating the ill and vulnerable?
People in high rise blocks, locked in with their children should not be imprisoned in solitary confinement because there is a tiny risk to their own health. Our government and state health service should be able to treat or ease the last hours of the ill in hospital without imprisoning people in solitary confinement or four or five to cell, which is how benefit claimants in B and Bs and hostels have to live. Liberty is for everyone in perpetuity, life is by its nature finite.
My ideas about my own death are about me. I cannot express other people’s views about death, I do not know them.
Good for you Alison.
I am locked in with two 90 year olds, trying to figure how to avoid them catching the virus.
So do you think that the NHS can cope or not ?
I wish Giles Fraser would take over the reins from Welby
Who is the Heath Secretary? Is he in charge of Hampstead Heath?
Very thoughtful. Reminds me that religion reflects the realties of life rather than imposes something that is abstract or irrelevant.
has fraser got the god delusion or is he a charlatan living at the expence of ignorant people ?
I liked this article, especially the paragraph:
See, for example, Janacek’s famous opera The Makropulos Affair ” something that those who speak foolishly about transhumanism and uploading oneself into the ether, there to survive forever, could do with reflecting on more. That’s not salvation. It is philosophical trash talk and a theological version of hell.
But if Christiniaty isn’t offering immortality, what is it offering? I found the paragraph following the one above to be cryptic. Could you tell us more, Giles?
Any mention of Janacek improves an opinion piece, IMHO.