Ladyday

Why is it that I always select the wrong gear?

Based on yesterday’s glorious weather with warm sunshine from a cloudless blue sky, today I wore a short sleeved shirt and discarded the winter anorak in favour of a much lighter fleece.

Ed and I decided to walk a couple of miles to the pub for lunch (they do excellent lunches. In case you’re wondering, it was well worth the effort) but it was absolutely freezing. The sky has been overcast all day and even the daffodils are huddling together for warmth. That’s my interpretation, anyway.

Still, a brisk walk back warmed something. Not sure what, but it must have warmed something.

This afternoon I embarked upon my sermon for Ladyday, having noticed with a shock of horror that it will be upon us next Wednesday. I’ve been invited by the Deanery Mothers’ Union to preach at their combined service, where all the MU members throughout the Deanery meet. So that’s about thirty people, then.

Actually, I quite enjoy it. And this year, the Old Testament reading is of the death of Absalom, so I shall go to town explaining why Absalom led troops in battle against his father David. It was all rooted in the rape of Absalom’s sister Tamar by their eldest brother, a crime which David chose to ignore much to Absalom’s fury and disgust.

Not a story which appears in the lectionary readings, so I shall enjoy shocking the Mothers’ Union with it.

Sermons can be real fun at times.