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Holy Week

39Wednesday 12 April

The incarnation is not just for Christmas!   Jesus tells his disciples to remember his presence, his words actions and his very love each time we eat a meal in His name. In church that means bread and wine, but at home or with a friend is a time to look across a table and know that  Jesus did the same, the night before he was betrayed. In his life, his real life, he ate and shared and told us to do likewise.

Question: Across a table, over a meal, what is it you do that was the                                       same for Jesus. He said ‘Do this in remembrance of me.’

Where will you take that thought today?

Prayer: Teach me to repeat your actions as I eat and as I share your life with others, help me to pray in the ordinary actions of this day and all in remembrance of your incarnate life. Amen



Recalling into the Present.

You can talk about someone at a funeral and the congregation may cry, or laugh, nod their head as they recognise the person you describe from a mere hour or so recounting a life.

But when a son or daughter, husband or wife, describing someone as they gaze in the middle distance and are re-winding to earlier and happier moments. Time then stands still, reverses into those eras recounted and the loved one, departed, seems present and alive.

And with that thought commendation and committal are appropriate. Not just thoughts and memories but tangible realities of the dearest kind.

Actions Helping Words

Do Something…

The action of entering a sacred space before the monument in the market place or into St. Peter’s for the Book of Condolence.

Do Something…

Concentrate the mind; picture the faces of the departed and those left to mourn.

Do Something…

This weekend many seek an action: flowers, a message, and a minute silence before the Huddersfield Town match.

Do Something…

Attempt at answers beyond our ken.


The London bus advert proclaimed:

“There is probably no God, now stop worrying and enjoy life.”

Here, the door was left open to a sacred space.

Three young men are named as killed in Afghanistan. A town looks for ways to mourn such lost youth.

St Peter’s is open and ready, seen as a sacred space. Set aside for such times.

The TV camera’s were looking for expressions of loss and reaction. They seek  individuals – those who know the family; those who understand loss and pain; those who need to leave a mark of their grief or a heart felt prayer.

Sacred space is set aside, for the possibility or probability. We cannot, we will not waste our cries on nothing or commit them to a void.

A humbly offered sacred space.