Sunday’s in lockdown.

Oh dear it’s Sunday....or words to that extent...Sundsy has not been the same for months now. Far from getting dressed and ready to take several services there is nothing in my diary at all. I am not complaining about this. It seems that someone decided that I was past my sellby date a little while ago. But it now applies to all of us. The churches are open but only for private prayer. There are no services still. Usually I try to find something on line to join in to. And this has produced some interesting results. I can now put faces to some names...my old church in the next village does it best. I join in and sometimes even sing the hymns with them. But mostly they are not aware of my on line presence which suits me fine. I have no idea what will happen when all this is over but I am aware that as an old woman I have been discounted as a useful priest. At first this hurt but now it’s just funny. I was already at retiring age when I was ordained...it just suited the church to get several of us to be able to help out in a crisis. So is the crisis now over? I don’t think so but I do enjoy hopping around my laptop on Sunday morning to see what’s going on. I have seen some very interesting things and even more interesting people. Us ancient priests are an odd lot....and some are even odder than me. So Sundays in lockdown are wonderful for an old priest like me. I see my colleagues struggling to keep the faith, and I often join in when I can...so Sunday has become a morning of slightly strange worship with me singing the hymns and watching in fascination my ex colleagues trying to maintain Christianity , often in some decidedly odd ways so it’s all good...wandering the internet in search of Sunday services has brought me some very weird moments...not always very religious. But always riveting..and often astonishing...but let’s not go into thst one so. The Lord be with you all.