Oxford — and most ot he UK — has been swathed in heavy grey cotton wool for the past… well, for long enough that I can’t remember the last sunny day. This morning, though, around the time when Margaret was getting out of bed, there were definitely a few patches of blue sky (for a change).
Ran my two miles (adequate pace and condition), coffee and fruit breakfast, shower and dress for church, paperwork and morning Sung Eucharist for 3 Advent Year C at which I preached, eventually returning home for lunch and a relaxing afternoon. The skies turned grey again shortly after we noticed the blue areas; tomorrow there’ll be a fresh wave of parish obligations. But the short intervals of blue sky, of peace at home, restore a lot of what the overcast and frantic days drain away.
Sermon for 3 Advent, Year C, at St Helen’s Church, Abingdon…