To all our race
The light hath come;
For He Who lies ‘neath quilt of straw,
That homeless One Whom shepherds saw
Himself our Home,
Reveals God’s Face.
Fr Andrew SDC, 1869-1946, pioneer Anglican Franciscan.
With all our prayers and best wishes for Christmas and for a Peaceful New Year, from all the team at Agnellus’ Mirror.
And please spare a prayer for Constantina, our contributor, who is moving house today.
God Bless you all,
Will Turnstone and all at Agnellus’ Mirror.
Madonna, Saint Walburga, Plowden, Shropshire.
Last Easter – well last Low Sunday – we visited Plowden, a small country church which would have been crowded if seventy people had gathered there. It was comfortably full, and comfortably friendly.
The priest, Fr David, was a visitor as well. If his homily had been written down, I would have published it here, but he said that he prepares his homilies and then lets them flow, hoping that the Holy Spirit can get a word in edgeways.
Well, the Spirit made an impression. One thing I will share. I paraphrase, wishing I could have recorded Fr David’s every word:
Saint John wrote for us, knowing that a different sort of Faith would be needed after Jesus had gone. We should be grateful to him for showing the disciples not understanding Jesus, betraying him – except John himself who stood by the Cross to the end. And we should be grateful to Thomas for his doubts – people do not come back to life, do they? Saint John tells us what we need to hear, that the twelve, whom Jesus had trained up for three years, doubted, let him down.
But Jesus came back, smiling, with no recriminations, just ‘Peace be with you’, and ‘touch my wounds.’
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And those are two excellent mottos for our task of spreading the Good News.