Monday 21 March
Cue a children’s church lesson, where the group are given wipes to wash each others fingers and ears and thumbs, using the Jesus imperative to ‘wash one another.’
A church warden comes into the room and is told to stand stioll. The group stare and are told to ‘do something’ with him. His hands leave the room clean and fragrant.
Correct, innocently correct response.
QUITE AND QUIETLY HOLY!
Friday 26 February
Sunday I met a lady and their son in a Colne valley church. Later that afternoon, after a gentle evensong the same lady and child came into Huddersfield Parish Church to shelter from the rain and as part pilgrimage for her mother who was a regular wanderer into St. Peter’s.
In conversation, it turns out her mother was my old Greek friend, a lady I had mentioned in a blog 18 months or more ago.
It was one of those God moments of subtle reconciliation. Not specifically Lenten but beautifully innocent as my elderly friend who stopped wandering because of her stroke, an ailment that apparently restored her mind and therefore her very self to her daughter.
I remember her because she was so determined and secure that she was God’s friend, in all her life and all her travels.
May she rest in peace and rise in glory – and why not because God, after all, is her friend.
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Sitting at the back of St. Peter’s on a warm Saturday Evening, I listen to the Huddersfield Philharmonic Orchestra playing a piece of music that I shall have in some form at my funeral.
The bright majestic start leads into a dancing section, but I wait expectantly for one particular extract. I wait for the progression of Sibelius’ “Finlandia” and so begins the theme that was turned into a hymn – “Be still my soul.”
Just beautiful even without words!
This should have been posted Saturday but for lack of signal.