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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