boombangabang

Just something that made me think last night.

We held our evening communion service in the midst of fireworks exploding all around the neighbourhood last night. There are folk where the reality of Christian faith, I guess, is juts that. Communion in the midst of the sound of battle. This is my body boombang This is my blood bangbang.

Made me feel very safe and secure in Croxley Green's warm sanctuary.

And that made me think as well- too safe, too secure not too Christ-like. In reality whether the booms or the bangs are literal or metaphorical, we live in amongst them. The question is what difference it makes to be practising communion amongst the noise.

That's what I am thinking about today- communion in the midst of it all... God still in the maelstrom. Still.... Still...

And by the way the baby has still not come. It may be vindaloo for tea!