Day 11

In my Father's house are many rooms;
if it were not so,
would I have told you
that I go to prepare a place for you?

(John 14:2)

It seems quite a coincidence that this verse has come up today from Pastor Patty, from the Mystical gospel of John, as it's from a passage so widely used at funerals.
Today we gathered together, a community set apart and bound by grief, to say goodbye to our lovely Revd. Huw's remarkable wife, Nat. I'd only known her since August but found her to be warm, funny, open and just a delight to be around.
We didn't have John 14 today but Philippians 4:
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

By way of a meditation I leave you with the poem which was read at the service:

"God" by Andrew Rudd
God
doesn't have to knock
uses the front door key
doesn't check how clean the house is

knows how to use the kettle
and where the spoons go
washes up

is quite content to sit
and chatter about issues
of no importance

ar just be quiet