The last few days have seen some stark contrasts in Glasgow, a reminder if ever one were necessary of the complexity of human experience.  Even as I and my new companions in Christ were celebrating a new beginning, two teenage age girls felt that life was just too unbearable and chose to take their lives.  I absolutely do not accpet ideas of good/evil happy/sad dualism, and the headlines in no way destracted from my joy and happiness.  Just a reminder that there is work to do, that there are real, hurting people to be loved, and a God who, thankfully shares our joys and our sorrows.

May God in grace receive these two young lives with compassion and mercy, and may we who enjoy this life show it forth in all we do and are.

Exactly a week ago, I sat in the tiny parish church of Our Lady of the Beehive near to Dibley where the parish preist and I met once a week of morning prayer.  This morning at the same time, I sat in my new place of work and used the same (Anglican) form for morning prayer.  Within the liturgy is a simple but very meaningful statements:

The night has passed, and the day lies open before us; let us pray with one heart and mind.

In my minds eye I could see my former colleague sat on the left side front pew in the tiny chapel uttering these words, and had a real sense that even when one person says them ostensibly alone it is as part a greater 'we', as part of the communion of saints, the invisible but interconnected unending cycle of prayer and praise.

I hope that in time I will find others with whom I can share morning prayer, but for now the mystery of interconnectedness will do just fine.