This is the script of this morning’s Pause for Thought on BBC Radio 2’s Breakfast Show with Dermot O’Leary standing in for Zoe Ball.
If you have a thing about round numbers and anniversaries, then today is going to have you shouting bingo out of the window.
150 years ago today the Royal Albert Hall was opened in London – ten years after the death of Queen Victoria’s husband, Albert, and a visible expression of her grief. It’s a reminder of the fact that grief is a process and not an event.
I’m glad she decided to honour Albert in this way because when I lived in London for eleven years I always went to Jools Holland’s gigs there and they are unforgettable. Just like the said Albert.
But, Victoria’s grief speaks to us today because it recognises that loss has to be marked. This wretched pandemic has cost the lives of nearly 130,000 people – and that represents a lot of hurt and pain and mourning. Our ability to mark this has been limited, of course, because of all the restrictions.
Grief can’t be “defeated” like an enemy. It has to be lived with, gone through and accommodated, knowing that it is an unavoidable consequence of love.
In a beautiful song about this sort of stuff, the Canadian musician Bruce Cockburn wrote: “Each one’s loss is everyone’s loss, you see; each one lost is a vital part of you and me.”
This week for Christians is called Holy Week. We follow Jesus and his friends as the tensions grow, the emotions get fired up, and a cross is planted in a rubbish tip called Calvary. You can read it in the gospels. There is no romance or wishful thinking, no bargains with God for an easy life or an exemption from suffering. The utter realism of Jesus – although, to be honest, his friends weren’t quite on the same page – is striking. He grieved his own impending loss and tried to prepare his friends for their own grief and how to navigate it.
And what did he urge them to do? To love one another, to wash the feet of the undeserving, to recognise that we belong together.
At the end of it all is love and mercy. And that is where the healing begins.
March 29, 2021 at 10:11 am
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March 29, 2021 at 5:17 pm
In another beautiful song about dying by Bruce Cockburn, he states that joy will find a way:
“Make me a bed of fond memories.
Make me to lie down with a smile.
Everything that rises afterward falls.
But all that dies has first to live.
As longing becomes love,
As night turns to day,
Everything changes,
Joy will find a way.”
Grief and love are two sides of the same coin, but following the way of love and kindness joy does again emerge, whether it’s personal loss, or following the grief of Good Friday and Empty Saturday, the joy of Easter comes it you let it.