Tuesday 2 February
A Christingle service is a health and safety nightmare. It would never pass the rigours of a strident H&S brigade. It would not be a liturgical highlight in my calendar.
However Sunday’s Christingle I was touched on many levels.
Shine Jesus Shine, Sing Christingle, Hail Gladdening Light and a Stanford Nunc Dimmittis. A church circled with folk holding Christingles, a puppet and a formal communion. Ceremony, daftness, wonderful eclectic music mix and a family together closing Christmas and celebrating light.
Praise on many forms and many levels.
The rest of the day followed a similar varied mix ( see the Huddersfield Parish Church site.)