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.