The hymn "The Harvest of the City" includes the lines

"In hospital and harbour

We meet you night and day"

I took the phrase "In hospital we meet you" as the basis for a second reflection.  This one is perhaps too risky to share in its entirety, lest it cause offence or is judged improper.

So, in summary, I spoke briefly, and carefully of three recent encounters in three hospitals when, maybe, I met God...

• an 'emergency' marriage at the fairy-light decorated bedside of a cancer patient
• a visit to a patient in the critcal care unit at a new, state-of-the-art hospital where, almost incongruosuly, huge picture windows allowed warm summer sun to stream in from a world that carried on as if nothing had happened
• sharing communion in a comandeered hospital chapel where sacred and silly melded perfectly to create a beautiful whole

"In hospital, we meet you"