I said to a group of people recently that if you want to know what am about to do next, pay attention to what I’m preaching. In the past three days I have preached on freedom, kite-flying, and giving up good things that we hold onto in the wrong way.
But the other indicator of my mood — the one that often shows me how I’m feeling before I know — is which bits of the Eucharistic prayer catch hold. So today, with perfect timing, we had:
Worship and praise belong to you,
maker of light and darkness.
Your wisdom draws beauty from chaos,
brings a harvest out of sorrow
and leads the exiles home.
… all of which, of course, means that I need to give up romantic idealism for Lent. But for a while, the indulgence is lovely.