Each Waking a Resurrection
Like many others, I have been using this lockdown time to sort, chuck out and tidy accumulated paper work, photographs and memorabilia. Among my treasured Tyndale Dancers archive, I came across the script for the finale of the Baptist Union Assembly in 1978 in which we had taken part. In the script was this poem by Bob Jones, a dearly loved member of the Tyndale family who sadly died shortly after we returned to Bristol. The words are appropriate for these strange and demanding times so I thought I would share it with you.
Elizabeth.