On Thursday I got to wash feet and have mine washed too. It's always humbling and this year has been no exception. Normally it's been a woman who offers (unbidden) to wash my feet - this year a man quickly offered, just at the point when I thought I might get away with not having my mine done. Gordon Cheung and Johnny McClue meanwhile were doing the same thing on Channel 4. We followed that eucharist with an excellent and full Passover meal. It was a long night...
Good Friday brought the Labyrinth, a kind of multi-sensory twelve stations of the cross. It never fails to move me, especially the sound of nails being driven into the cross, while one is either yet to reach that point in the journey, or has moved forward to the tomb: the Cross echoes around like that. In the afternoon, there was time for some space. Amazingly, Crossraguel Abbey had no other visitors, the sun was hot, the swallows were doing acrobatics overhead and it was a perfect place for some contemplation of what God has done in Christ.
Today is waiting, preparing and visiting. Tomorrow brings resurrection with me helping out with the service at Drumchapel first thing, followed by the Together service at St Silas' (Balloon release and lamb for lunch!), then Holy Communion in the evening.

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