The Queen visits the cathedral in Blackburn tomorrow. Steve and I were there yesterday, the annual service for renewal of clergy vows having been moved from Thursday to Tuesday. We’ll be there again in a few week’s time to Steve ordained again.
There was all the usual trimmings to an important gathering at the central diocesan church. The gospel was read out from the centre of the congregation, from the midst of a small scrum of people. It was a delight to listen to. The reading from Ezekiel had been strangely pervasive too.
For me, anyway, as I was listening, I was there, in the midst of what was happening around Jesus. Better than 3D skyscraper size-screen ultra-high definition digital picture and dolby enhanced surround sound. I was there, part of the scene.
The Bible is written in a medium that transcends all others.
Hearing it read and listened to in a worship gathering does open up the resonances that are there. I guess a bit like watching a film in the cinema, rather than on your mobile phone. Though it did catch me by surprise. God seems to catch me by surprise when I go to cathedrals. Wonder why that is?
Anyway – thank you Holy Spirit for your amazing gentle presence. Thank you Jesus for opening up lives by your work on the cross to allow His presence. And thank you, O my Father, for giving us your Son.