The Clocks Change….
Yesterday the clocks changed. We sprang forward an hour, which means we have daylight until at least seven thirty tonight and probably eight o’clock.
There was a miracle attached to this happening. Just a small one, but a miracle none the less.
Yesterday was the fifth Sunday of March, so we had a joint service, with all six parishes of our benefice (group) meeting together in one of the churches for a Communion service.
And here’s the miracle – nobody turned up an hour late! The clocks always change on a Saturday night, so church always gets clobbered. People turn up an hour late in the Spring and an hour early in the Autumn. But yesterday everyone was on time! How about that?
Perhaps it was because two thirds of the usual congregation take a day off when it’s a fifth Sunday. Not that I blame them. The weather was good and the great outdoors was calling and no doubt they found God in the garden.
It’s definitely the wind down (or should that be wind up?) now for Easter. Next week is Holy Week, when I don’t have time to breathe, but once Easter is over, it’s relaxation for the rest of the year.
Well, nearly. No more major festivals until Harvest, just the weddings, baptisms and funerals….
All good fun if you don’t weaken.
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December 24th, 2013 at 1:53 am
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