Yesterday was a rare spring day so it became a rare Day Out. There is something about standing beneath a blossom tree that never fails to lift my heart. Perhaps it is the constant hum of a hundred bees – a sound of hope if ever there was one.
This morning I was at a well-attended service – one where our churches in the area got together, enjoyed singing some great hymns and one with coffee and food afterwards. People gathered in small groups, pleased to have the opportunity to exchange news, not least that the weather has been better for a few days this week. There was the sense that we had done well to last the long winter. Maybe that says something about the age profile of our congregations, in fact I am sure it does, for we are mainly over sixty. I was going to say that we are mainly retirees but that doesn’t reflect the volunteering and helping out that many people are engaged in.
The message of the service was about loving one another, loving our friends and families and loving our communities. Sadly, churches have not always had a good record at the simple task of being kind. But on a day like today there is hope that things will get better. If you have been a regular reader here then you will know that I have been struggling with contemporary events for some time. In fact, a good many blog writers are mirroring similar difficulties. Of course it could just be the beginning of the real elder years – after all I cannot go on pushing old age to ten years hence.
For today, I’m with the bees – content to try my best to do what I can where I am. Hence this very small step sending Blessings to you from Dalamory.