This weekend is one of the contributions the Gathering Place makes to the Glasgow West End Festival - a lovely, gentle, choral communion service for Midsummer.  Always carefully crafted, it gives space for people to realx and be refreshed on the longest Sunday of the year.

It is also a weekend that has personal significance stretching back for my entire ordained ministry, something I wrote about five years ago here the day after a phone call to let me know that I'd been called northwards to begin a new phase of ministry.  Today I tracked down that post and reminded myself of my own story, and the apparent meaningfulness of this solstice time in my story.

It's just as well that when I went to Dibley I had no way of knowing what lay ahead of us, as it was also just as well I had no idea what the future held as I moved north.  But looking back, five years, ten years on it is also good to see how strands of the 'tapestry' weave together to create something precious.

To preside at the Lord's Table is always a privilege, to do so at a time rich in personal symbolism the more so.  I am looking forward to participating in a service created by others as a gift to the weary and worn of our city on the longest, maybe even the hottest, day of the year.