A Beatles drug song heralds her nearness - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. The excitement has been building - cases of necklaces, crosses, icons, TV shows illustrating rulers of the past, murals describing cities and their treasures, including the ark of the covenant. A film tells us how she was found quite by accident, and then the sign points the way to Lucy.
I enter the darkened room - black ceiling, charcoal carpet, barely lit except for a lighted mural that circles the room - pictures of apes and animals in a grasy plain near a river. And there, neart the center of the room lie Lucy's remains, the original remains, 3.2 million years old, the oldest and most complete human that we have. It was just a bunch of bones, but there was such a holiness to them. It was probably the oldest thing that I have ever seen.
I thought of Ezekiel's valley of dry bones. Can these bones live?
the PCUSA?
St. Stephen?
Me?
Can we live? Only through the Spirit of God.
Lucy is alive again, now serving as the goodwill ambassador for Ethiopia. The Spirit of God has brought her to life.
May it be so for all of us.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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