Days of Rain ?
I marvel at the synchronicity. After several weeks of heatwave and drought, we have had a couple of days of rain. Parking outside the church in advance of the 9.30 a.m. service, Psalm 63 was playing inside my head by way of a prayer: “My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water." For whom did I pray? There was no shortage suitable targets: wildfire raged in California and Greece; I was reading, and had been deeply disturbed by Rebecca Stott's book on the Exclusive Bretheren, " In the days of Rain "; and I prayed for my own relationship with the mystery called God. Psalm 63 was soon replaced replaced by, "Morning has broken, ... and I was straining out to hear Black Birds’call in the wet churchyard. I had come to preside at the Eucharist and to preach in a thatched 13th Century church not far from Wroxham; excited/delighted that the Gospel reading for the day was St.John's story