It’s mesmerising, and you’d stay and watch if it wasn’t so rainy. The prom does contain it, so it feels you are secure from any danger, though its claws do seem to be reaching for you.
On Rossall beach, once the tide had gone out, the rocks had been moved up to the top, leaving a long, smooth slope. A really neat piece of tidying up – those bulldozers they use occasionally couldn’t ever hope to achieve such a pristine finish.
It’s such a big contrast – swathes of order after two days of restless violence.
This morning’s reading at prayer painted the picture of Jesus body, retrieved from the cross with no bones broken, and laid to rest in a tomb, wrapped up with lots of spices. A serene scene after the bloody violence of the trial and crucifixion.
It is a world of wonder we live in. It is a God of wonder we serve.