Photo credit KF.

Today has been all about people- and a bit of yummy food along the way.  Which is a pretty good metaphor for Advent.

Clerical collar and Christmas jumper - one of those strange combinations that perhaps expresses more than first appears.

Today was my care home chaplaincy day, followed by a festive lunch with a group from church and then a visit to someone from our vulnerable adults group who is in hospital. All of life, then, in the space of a few hours.  The overtly sacred and the seemingly silly.  The prayers at bedsides and the telling of terrible cracker jokes. And along the way, some table fellowship.

A reminder that life goes on, that Advent is simulatneously special and ordinary - and that that is all OK.

Today we meet an obscure Welsh saint called Dwynwen ansd the strange story of her and Maelon who feel madly in love but, because she had commited herself totally to God, she spurned his affections. It's a stange story, more folk tale than legend, more fantasy than myth.

The point we are to ponder is what we understand by the term 'love' what does it mean? This is a question I have spoken on at numeorus weddings over the years, and know it has precious little to do with physcial attraction and a lot to do with tenacious determination.

Not much to say today!

The prayer:

God of love, God who is love, may I abide in the whole spectrum of love so that you would abide in me, and so that love would abide in me. Amen