Wednesday, April 05, 2017


This morning at Morning Prayer I read Psalm 55 – ‘And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest; truly, I would flee far away; I would lodge in the wilderness; I would hurry to find a shelter for myself from the raging wind and tempest.’” – with one of our asylum seekers; and, at Holy Communion, read John 11:1-45 with someone whose brother has just died.

These are not just words on a page. They are our story.

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