Slow average run. Coffee and hot breakfast. Morning Prayer at St Helen’s, plus some groceries for Margaret and me. During my run, it occurred to me that I might use an Easter poem as a vehicle for my sermon tonight, and explored George Herbert, John Donne, and Gerard Manley Hopkins — but none of these clicked with my imagination today. Eventually I caught a different tack, and it will turn out to be tomorrow’s sermon.
Tonight’s draws on motifs I’ve used before, a sort of homiletical greatest-hits medley; since I may not preach on the Easter Vigil again, I’ll roll them into tonight’s sermon.
