It was good to have a quiet uneventful day to reflect and prepare tomorrow's Easter sermon. We went over to Roath in the morning to shop for organic veggies for the weekend, but the cold wind ensured we were more brisk and businesslike than usual.
I collected 'Becca from College at half past five and we went to St John's Danescourt for the Easter Vigil, just as the sun was about to set. The Paschal bonfire in a bucket was so so hot that it melted without igniting two tapers from which we attempted to light the Easter Candle. A little gas lighter came to the rescue. Why not embrace modernity and bless one of those next year? I thought.
There were thirty of us in a church that holds fifty, many of them present for the baptism of a young girl, old enough to make the baptismal promises for herself. It was a joyous event, which finished with a procession to party at the church hall nearby singing 'We are marching in the light of God.' As I arrived home Clare was just on her way out to the local Parish Easter Vigil.
I idled the evening away watching telly, then put the clocks forward, and for the first time in living memory, went to bed an hour early to offset the loss of an hour. I don't run too long on reserves any longer
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