One Easter Saturday during my ministry in Trinidad, I conducted an evening service at our little church in Arouca (some 15 miles from Port of Spain).
As befitted the solemnity and seriousness of the day, the theme was muted and the closing hymn was “Abide With Me” – abide with me, fast falls the eventide,the darkness deepens…
….and then it was off home, driving through the hot and humid night…….. to a power cut (an electrical outage, as it was known there). Darkness everywhere and no power (no light,no air conditioning, and burglar alarms going off everywhere; and,of course, no chance of a shower).
Now, sometimes I can be a lazy fellow and this time, typically, I hadn’t prepared my sermon for Easter Day – and I was due back at Arouca for a sunrise service at dawn. And there was no light to see what I was doing. My electric typewriter, anyhow, was as useful as the proverbial ash-tray on a motor bike
It was to be a long, hot, uncomfortable night.
But then – about four in the morning – the lights flickered, the a/c came on.
Power, Light, new Hope – EASTER!
Sermon written, cuppas consumed, showered and dressed – eastward back toward Arouca and a rising sun
And the opening hymn, sung with gusto –
“Blest morning, whose first dawning rays
Beheld the Son of God
Arise triumphant from the grave
And leave his dark abode”
….. and then the lights went off again!