I am sitting in the
Minster waiting for my lunch appointment to arrive. The walls of the Bede
Chapel lift and fall lighter and darker as clouds pass in front of the sun. It
is as if the very building is breathing...
The person I am
meeting is late. After a while, I go back over our email correspondence and
discover that I had agreed to meet them tomorrow but put it in my diary for
today. I am 24 hours early. And yet, were it not for my mistake, I would have
missed this grace-filled moment.
God is more gentle
with us in our frailty than we are with ourselves...
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