Unlike Lyndon I suffer from permanent mental block when it comes to words ,give me numbers any time. Yesterday I awoke compelled to go to church to do something , eventually I went and took some flowers to put in the South Porch ( not good at flower arranging so just a simple vase of yellow flowers) ,and messages to put on the cross in the south porch ,while I was there a regular member of our 8 o’clock congregation Bob Gratton walked through the church yard and before I left Rosemary and David Flint appeared visiting a neighbours grave nice to see familiar happy faces and briefly chat at a distance. It was also lovely to see that even though they are not church goers the volunteers who cut the grass on the south side of the church had been busy ,also trimming back the shrubs.
The alternative collect for yesterday was :-
Risen Christ, for whom NO DOOR is locked, NO ENTRANCE barred, open the doors of our hearts, that we may seek the good of others and walk the joyful road of sacrifice and peace, to the praise of God the Father.
After reading this I am glad I followed my heart and went to the church leaving open the south porch door and my message for all to see that the Lord is with us where ever we are , his door is always open just knock and he will answer. Beryl