Strange Sunday.

Listening to the radio again this morning I am reminded that going to church is still not possible. The program was followed by a debate on the difficulties of getting married and only being able to have very few guests. It inevitably took my mind back to my busiest days as a priest. There was at least one wedding every Saturday in the beautiful little church nearest to me. I married hundreds of couples over a three year period and some of them drop in to see my when they visit Cornwall. It was the busiest time of my life. We had no other clerical help at that time and the writing out of the various certificates took up far too much of my time during this busy period. The couples I married then always come to see me when they are back in Cornwall and I realised this morning that it’s been some time since since I saw any of them. We are all on lockdown and I really hope it’s working to keep the dreaded virus under control. I don’t miss going to church...I find God without needing the bricks and mortar. But this is a terrible time for many people to cope with. Here everyone knows where I am. If they need something they can ring. And they do...but I have now become used to my own company..I really don’t mind it...looking out of my window I see that the huge cruise liner is still in place just across the strip of sea outside my window. It’s been here for almost a month now and I assume it’s being worked on but I never see any people and at night it is dark...no lights shine. The world as I used to know it seems to have gone...no church, no people, no dogs...but beauty remains...today the sun shines and the air is still. Later I will go to church on line....there are several to chose from....What started off by being strange has now become the norm...but really all is well with my very small world. Thank you God.