Palm Sunday

I continue to be somewhat overwhelmed at the privilege of preaching and today was no exception. I was welcomed at Striklandgate like a well known friend. They were looking forward to the service and I was looking forward to leading them in worship. What I hadn't quite expected was either the number (between 55 and 60) or the strength of fellowship both before and after the service it literally took my breath away. It was one of those occasions where everything seems to slot into place, not because of meticulous planning, but through something deeper and beautifully beyond our control.  I felt the power of the Holy Spirit and God’s presence at Stricklandgate.  What an incredible privilege to lead worship and preach there to such faithful brothers and sisters.

My sermon attempted to capture the paradox of the day; the tension between celebration and contemplation, triumph and tragedy, kingship and servanthood. Someone kindly commented afterwards on my use of picture language. It was encouraging feedback—I hadn't even fully realised I was doing it. It's always humbling when people see things in your words that were placed there almost subconsciously. God at work.

Several people offered generous encouragement. Words from long-established preachers and ministers are always particularly affirming. And, increasingly (and gratefully, perhaps even gracefully?), comes that gentle inquiry: "Are you in the ministry?”.  No comment, but there was certainly an inner smile.

The singing had such depth—energetic and joyful when it needed to be, then tender and reflective in quieter moments. Sitting with our palm crosses pressed against our hearts during "My Song Is Love Unknown" was unexpectedly moving—far more so than when I'd run through the service beforehand with Margie. My LPWL Secratary (and it was an assessed service!) described it as a brave choice but one she was pleased I made. It felt absolutely right.

Lunch followed, sharing reflections with our Superintendent. A chance to unpack our respective services and marvel together at the "God moments" we'd each experienced. It struck me again—it's Passover and Palm Sunday overlapping. I think I knew that intellectually, but today, the reality landed with deeper resonance.

Remarkably, we'd each landed on the same paradoxical conclusions in our sermons—something that visibly touched one minister attending my service. Moments like these confirm God's weaving threads, pulling together different strands, even across different congregations and contexts.

We had some practical discussion too, agreeing next steps for DOV 1 & DOV 2. Practicalities amid spiritual reflection.  Why not?  And like so many conversations with those supporting me on my journey it didn’t distract from our fellowship.

I also found out about The Passion play at Oberammergau...

...and the troubling misuse of Matthew’s Gospel by Hitler. Both things I’ll look into during an already challenging week.

The day ended quietly with Evensong at St. Andrew's. I didn't know a single hymn, but that wasn't the point. Sitting quietly, reflecting on an incredible day, I felt well-fed spiritually.